[Vocals: Older male soul singer — gravelly, weathered, mid-60s, voice like cracked leather and bourbon. Sings with a knowing growl, playful but worn. Phrasing is loose and behind the beat, like someone who's danced harder than his body remembers but doesn't care.] Walked in the spot They could tell by my stride Something different on me Something I can't hide This my new shit Watch me move it This my new shit Watch me prove it Took a long time coming But I finally found my feet Everything clicking now Feeling dangerous and sweet This my new shit Watch me move it This my new shit Watch me prove it Vocals: Older male soul singer — gravelly, weathered, mid-60s, voice like cracked leather and bourbon. Sings with a knowing growl, playful but worn. Phrasing is loose and behind the beat, like someone who's danced harder than his body remembers but doesn't care. Walked in the spot They could tell by my stride Something different on me Something I can't hide This my new shit Watch me move it This my new shit And I'm 'bout to use it Took a long time coming But I finally found my feet Everything clicking now Feeling dangerous and sweet This my new shit Watch me move it This my new shit And I'm 'bout to use it They said I was finished Said my days were through Now the whole room watching Seeing what I came to do This my new shit Watch me move it This my new shit And I'm 'bout to use it (spoken ad-lib, raspy, grinning: "Yeah... y'all ain't ready for this one.")
