Some powers kick doors Mine got a Godfather hush Baccarat in the pour Black tie ghost in the cut I don’t take the floor I let the floor slide under me They lean before I speak Low hand on the glass Whole section drift like Sade in it Tom Ford on the scent But there’s still a blade hid in it All that velvet on the touch got a wire running through it They lean before I speak They lean before I speak Like silk over a switchblade They lean before I speak Soft pull Slow masquerade Same slow grin in the mirror Same saint look in the silk All that smooth on the surface Whole machine under it built They think charm come natural I know what got thinned for it Every soft little move got a tax hid in it Keep the cufflink still Let the candlelight lie Keep the pour looking gold while the warmth run dry All that ease in the frame got a hand hard under it They lean before I speak They lean before I speak Like silk over a switchblade They lean before I speak Soft pull Slow masquerade Used to leave a little pulse in it Let the line breathe some Now it’s all measured to the inch Even the peace too clean Same velvet in the reach Less blood in what feed it Same beautiful entrance Less left when I leave it They call that grown elegance I know what got buried in it All that hush in the room got a graveyard hid in it If they feel heaven near That’s the part that scare me a bit They lean before I speak They lean before I speak Like silk over a switchblade They lean before I speak Soft pull Slow masquerade All that velvet in the touch Still had wire in it
