It's hunting me. It's killing me. I can't explain what you've done to me. Under my skin. In every breath. What was so strong hast gone and left. . Everybody wanna know what's happening to me.
Footwork. Footwork. . I feel that cold wind blow. (Ready to heat it up). Late night, Chicago Heights. (Get low). . South Side, put on that show. (Feel the music).