If that distraction that I’ve made Was the last ride to the Moon Would you taste my pride? Why you look like a bad bitch? Coming from all your fears Coming from inside of your knees Oh, it’s hurts, no It's just a fraction of the fade Of the vast, creepy and old tune Would you run and hide? Why you look like a bad bitch? Coming from all your fears Coming from inside of your knees Oh, it’s hurts, no