So hold my hands and dance with me tonight
You know this day, we're all about to die
And maybe it's a love we all are tryna find
Who knows what lies, it's only by design

Hopefully you find what you need
Searchin' through the birdies and the monies and the weed
We fall down, sometimes, on our knees
We fall down (yeah)

Hopefully you find what you need
Searchin' through the birdies and the monies and the weed
Go around and circle back to me
We fall down, down

So hold my hands and dance with me tonight
You know this day, we're all about to die
And maybe it's a love we all are tryna find
Who knows what lies, it's only by design

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-ohh, ohh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-ohh, ohh
Oh, oh, oh

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Writer(s): Destin Choice Route, Eian Undrai Parker, Joe Brooks, Justin Matthew Bryant, Marian Mereba, Olu O. Fann