Theatre!

Wanna jump the sun; no feeling
Reaching up from under the ceiling
Not the one to run or deceive it

Don't wanna pretend; gotta break out
I can say it again but I'll be face down
Take me right to the end; but I'm afraid how
I get it

Throwing on all my clothes when I don't wanna
Never thought I'd be gone but now I'm gonna
Yeah, I'm done with the fun, Gimme the Drama
Ah gitchy yaya

loosing all of my shit, I wanna grip this
Blown away like a kiss, now I'm afflicted
I'm an Ophelian bitch; drama addicted
Ah gitchy yaya

Oh I got it
I jump the gun when they want it
I stunt the cunt and I promise
Bitch, I'm not the one; you're not on it.

I've got humps and lumps in my pocket, rock it
Lift it up and then cock it, cock it
Confident but so cocky, cocky
Love the way that I mock it, yeah

Taking a ride and smashing your targets
Run through the lights; I'll crash then park it
Making a crime; they call me the sergeant
I am not asking
I'm out here grafting

Like "what's good"
Zone four bitch but I'm still hood
Puss sitting right like a bitch would
If you don't know now then you probably should

I Wanna jump the sun; no feeling
Reaching up from under the ceiling
Not the one to run or deceive it

Don't wanna pretend; gotta break out
I can say it again but I'll be face down
Take me right to the end; but I'm afraid how
I get it

Throwing on all my clothes when I don't wanna
Never thought I'd be gone but now I'm gonna
Yeah, I'm done with the fun, Gimme the Drama
Ah gitchy yaya

Loosing all of my shit, I wanna grip this
Blown away like a kiss, now I'm afflicted
I'm an Ophelian bitch; drama addicted
Ah gitchy yaya

Get loud; get out; I wanna
Rip this and burn down; I'm gonna
Slam, Bang thank your man ha
I did it again
I did it again



Credits
Writer(s): Victoria Davies, Charles Leslie, Romone Clarke
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