Placeholder: Pause, take a breath and go for yours On my command now hit the dance floor It's gonna make you sweat 'til you bleed Is that dope enough? Indeed I paid the price, to control the dice I'm more precise, to the point I'm nice The music takes control, your heart, and soul Unfold, your body is free and a whole Pause, take a breath and go for yours On my command now hit the dance floor It's gonna make you sweat 'til you bleed Is that dope enough? Indeed I paid the price, to control the dice I'm more precise, to the point I'm nice The music takes control, your heart, and soul Unfold, your body is free and a whole

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Pause, take a breath and go for yours On my command now hit the dance floor It's gonna make you sweat 'til you bleed Is that dope enough? Indeed I paid the price, to control the dice I'm more precise, to the point I'm nice The music takes control, your heart, and soul Unfold, your body is free and a whole

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