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Diamond Rings

(I Know) What I'm Made Of

 

(I Know) What I'm Made Of

(album: Free Dimensional - 2012)


In the beginning I was turning circles spinning
Always trying to find an open door
Caught in the moment looking out for something potent
Just to get me higher than before
Alone in the spotlight night after the next night
Building my own mystery
'Til I decided I was done with trying to hide it
And was gonna set my own heart free

No stick or stone you throw can ever break me
No name or word you call can ever shake me
This is who I am and you just can't fake me
I know what I'm made of

I'm controversial even during dress rehearsal
Learning tricks from each and every side
I'm complicated, both over and underrated
But I'm never gonna run and hide
Taking on the big boys, making my own big noise
Don't you tell me to turn it down
'Cause I'm controlling and my rhythm nation's rolling
Over top of everything in town

No stick or stone you throw can ever break me
No name or word you call can ever shake me
This is who I am and you just can't fake me
I know what I'm made of

Techno, pop, hip-hop, house, trance
Get on, up and out of the Buffalo Stance
I can give you love, baby, not romance
So get set, jet set, Bordeaux, France
Italy to Iceland, raise you hands
Not enough passport, too much stamps
Flying to Hawaii with the Pro Bowl Champs
Just to shake it like a dirty bird endzone dance
Chequebooks and netbooks and fresh looks
I drop names like dykes read bell hooks
Diamond is the word with a capital D
Don't you ever even think of tryna f.ck with me

No stick or stone you throw can ever break me
No name or word you call can ever shake me
This is who I am and you just can't fake me
I know what I'm made of

No stick or stone you throw can ever break me
No name or word you call can ever shake me
This is who I am and you just can't fake me
I know what I'm made of

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