Songtext von Brass in Pocket

I got brass in my pocket I got powder and I'm gonna use it Intention, I'm feeling myself Gonna make you, make you, make you notice Commotion extreme emotion I've been driving Detroit leaning No reason just seems so pleasing Gonna make you, make you, make you notice Gonna use my arms Gonna use my legs Gonna use my style Gonna use my senses Gonna use my fingers Gonna use my, my, my imagination 'Cos I'm gonna make you see There's nobody else here No one like me I'm special, so special I got to have some of your attention, give it to me I got rhythm, can't miss the beat It's got me scared and so sweet I got something I'm winking at you Gonna make you, make you, make you notice Gonna use my arms Gonna use my legs Gonna use my style Gonna use my senses Gonna use my fingers Gonna use my, my, my imagination 'Cos I'm gonna make you see There's nobody else here No one like me I'm special, so special I got to have some of your attention, give it to me