Grace Jones

Redefine the model like you Grace Jones I see all that fire on your face, bones If you bobbin in your faith Don't treat it like its fake You could be it if you say so Real niggas pay it forward Push the gaze and then we pay for it Wasn't made for it Why we navigating in a cage for? Boundaries for my space, you gotta make yours Script already crooked I'm just crumbling the page more Tryna book it Nigga where the sage at? Treat my presence like a stage I wonder what they so amazed at Smiling in my face to cover up whats on ya head But I know that shit a face cap Look at where we placed at Seems of a waste bag But are you gonna take that and flip it Or u gon' smoke the dust, my nigga shake dat The spirit embedded in the lyrics is We are tryna exit We are tryna make that move Cop a O Niggas playing tic tac toe Sustain the breath in this bitch It could take ya breath away We gotta mess this shit up We tried to put the mess away It's just ground work Skip the steps then its gon' escalate Put that fire on em, let it burn em, let it decimate Tell em move that decimal Y'all be moving oddly unprofessional But I can't bring my body to the festival In a cold city I'm just tryna dodge the eskimos Kissing with they noses Tryna sniff for something special they could take and sell You know they make incels then choose em to legislate Our faces be the main intel I'ma chew the wires Shit requires some explosion in a gradual manner Go get the camera Strike a pose and it's radical While they posing as radical Getting cred without work On sabbatical basically We innately magical and they hate to see it And we hate the status quo Redefine the model like you Grace Jones, Grace Jones I see all the fire on ya Face, bones, face, bones