Lyrics 3 Left Feet by Mavi

I told you my grip was slippin
Is It really?
Yeah

I wish it didn't have to end like this
Met at your wasted cliff
Told you my grip was slippy
You looked up like, is it really?
Why you want your fists for clenching?
Couldn't answer
Stepped on your toes when I first pulled you close
The willing dancer
Three left feet

Step in a jitter pattern
If three's a crowd, I was clumsy
You convinced that all that whisper chatter
We'll grow the streams and pull our seems out
In the listless tattered, lacking
Expertise became the distant past, it didn't matter
I want you back but I can't give you the ears
I can't get back the tears, on tour
Can't give you experience
Yo womanhood your own, so I can't give you experiments
This lil introductory love, not to peak at a pyramid
I'm blushing through my fingers
I first peak at you hearing this
The heat of the mirror make my eyes sprinkle like spearmint
I'm peerless to these fans but painting pew while you're peering in
You the one who understand why I can't feel all their cheers for me
Fasting from love
Avoid it when you tried to chase me
I ran faster from love
It ain't chase after you, dumb
I know the wrinkles on your brain just like the back of my thumb
I wanna pick it but I listen when you tell me we done, with my persistence
You knock the wind out of my sails with my condition
And you counterbalanced out my Libra scales but now they tip again
I look to my right for the reminder of the mission
And yo spot is the emptiest
Hold vigil where you was sittin'

I wish it didn't have to end like this
Met at your wasted cliff
Told you my grip was slippy
You looked up like, is it really?
Why you want your fists for clenching?
Couldn't answer
Stepped on your toes when I first pulled you close
The willing dancer
Three left feet

It was your grace
And in no space, we married in a soul space
It couldn't carry on the earth because you just too Holy
We wish just to be whole, we compose it decomposing
I'mma see you on the path again if I'm supposing
And we 'posed to be a no-brainer
How many times I saw Frankenstein up before the
Torching and forks
Your dreams will become divorced again
You left at the same tree you found me before hanging

I wish it didn't have to end like this
Met at your wasted cliff
Told you my grip was slippy
You looked up like, is it really?
Why you want your fists for clenching?
Couldn't answer
Stepped on her toes when I first pulled you close
The willing dancer
Three left feet
Yeah, three left feet
Yeah, Yeah

But would you still dance with me?
Would you still dance with me?
Would you still dance with me?
Would you still dance with me?
Would you still dance with me?
Would you still dance with me?
Would you still dance, dance
Would you still dance with me?
Would you still dance with me?
Would you still dance with me?
Would you still dance?