Kelly Shade

Some dance to remember, some dance to forget; I dance to re-assemble, so I resemble, reset. Sampled breaths in loops, chopped and set to ride; My pulse keeps time, ticking on the inside; Blood learns the loop and rolls in with the tide; Lyrics feed my brain, hot soul, to-go, with a side. I two-step, clocking every bar bars like verses, bars like yards. My record spins and clears its throat my record, as in vinyl; my record, as in my soul. DJ Memory cuts deep, watch it scratch