Andy Mineo - Untitled 6 lyrics

[Verse] Pick up the pace Pick up your hands like they stick up the place And I cannot falter whenever my face at the altar Who you gave the ball to? I don't the play martyr I just play my charter harder Aimin' for the Hall of Fame I lock and aim, my shot go bang! You lames don't want no parts You all the same, the Charlamagne of talkin' And I walk inside my lane I came, I saw, I conquered Dying's gain, the pride it came before the fall Summer's ours, Andy's comin' Hit the floor, I'm John Travolta Doin' my dance, uh I'm doin' my dance, aye I'm doin' my dance Ooh, run it