Fat Cymba

Top down in my new ride So all the world can look at you. In your incandescent soul I'm Blinded as I'm heated through. The crowd would kill to taste us But we don't leave an inch to waste. Anywhere they find us They're standing in a sacred place. Lock the doors and you're mine. Improvise a new machine. Hit the lights and stop time. Impeccably you set the scene. Destabilize from inside, My life will burn, I burn for you. Clearing out my addled mind, Fighting not to love you. I wanna be your make-up I could be all over your face I'd love to be your hit-me-up But i cant be your saving, Not your saving grace