Camelia dance for her BBC lover

I'm hot, I break it down It ain't my fault

You can't break it down The way I break it down

Listen you can call me what you want Black and ugly

But you can't convince me the Lord don't love me

When my CDs drop They sell the best, you call it luck

Why can't it just be I'm blessed?

I'm a track star running through life Chasing my dreams

That's the way I made restraints And the mic for that triple beam

I'm so long thinking Is there really heaven or hell?

If so what happens to a changed man That **** in a cell?

I need no answers to these questions 'Cause time will tell

Got a date with Destiny She's more than a girl

Don't much good come from me But my music is a gift given from God

So I'ma use it

God give me style God give me grace

God give me style God give me grace

God put a smile on my face God put a smile on my face

God make me shine like the sun God make me shine like the sun

Sometimes I feel like I'm the one Sometimes I feel like I'm the one

I just fix my style I'm hot, I breaks it down

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