March - Lucy Love

I’m gonna march to the beat

Of my own drum

Shoot words like bullets

From the barrel of a gun

I won’t stop till I’ve hit the moon and the sun

I’m gonna make my record spin

Like it’s never spun

I ad the coco to coco puffs

I’m the reason that you can’t get enough

I’m the girl in the hoodie holding the god stuff

Who wants skin and bones

When you can have fluff

Like a clean beat

Like it well buffed

With tricks up my sleeves others bars get snuffed

In the deep end

Not going with the flow

Just like the circus

This is my freak show

Only true contender but the others don’t know

My lyrics don’t fall they

Drop like snow so

Light a match and watch me glow

I’m burning like a mad scarecrow

Time to raise the roof

And let it go

Set the hole shit on fire

And watch it blow

I’m gonna march to the beat

Of my own drum

Shoot words like bullets

From the barrel of a gun

I won’t stop till I’ve hit the moon and the sun

I’m gonna make my record spin like it’s never spun

I shoot straight arrows just like cupid

Never miss a target I’m clever not stupid

Many are blinded a lot are deluded

So pull up your hoods for the raving new kid

My pen writes words that never slumber

With inc like lightning

And rhymes like thunder

Turn mc’s to ashes like timber to lumber

Split crews apart chop’em like cucumber

You can comb my lyrics

But you’ll never catch a strand

The hour-glass has been flipped

Now I’m flowing sand

I won’t topple over no I’ll forever stand

Lucy Love is in the air

So sound will expand

I’m gonna march to the beat

Of my own drum

Shoot words like bullets

From the barrel of a gun

I won’t stop till I’ve hit the moon and the sun

I’m gonna make my record spin

Like it’s never spun