[Lyric] Ace (AJR)

[Intro]
'Cause I'ma ace, I'ma ace
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma ace
I'ma ace, I'ma ace (ace-ace-ace-ce-ce-ce)
I'ma ace, I'ma ace
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma ace
I'ma ace, I'ma ace (ace-ace-ace-ce-ce-ce)

[Verse 1]
We back in town baby, we riding 'round baby
We keep our voices low, don't make a sound baby
I guess the world was wrong, we, we still standing strong
I guess pretty white boys can make good music after all

[Pre-Chorus]
Bureaucrats, putting me on the map
Gotta live a life that keeps mе in their trap
Six foot white male, put mе down in a book
But tonight my ancestors snatch back what they took
(oh woah, yeah)
[Chorus]
There goes my baby, she's looking at me
It's time to make a move (oh woah, yeah)
I'm feeling lucky, this clock can't touch me
It's time to blow the roof (oh yeah)

'Cause I'ma ace, I'ma ace (yeah)
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma ace
I'ma ace (yeah), I'ma ace (ace-ace-ace-ce-ce-ce)
I'ma ace, I'ma ace
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma (yeah), I'ma ace
I'ma ace, I'ma ace (ace-ace-ace-ce-ce-ce)

[Verse 2]
After her, do you know, did you miss the memo?
Now your robots dont adhere to this stereotypical
Hypothetical, theoretical, classifications so damn critical
Kid walks in, can't see straight
He tramps ritalin, calls him a freak

[Pre-Chorus]
Bureaucrats, putting me on the map
Gotta live a life that keeps me in their trap
Six foot white male, put me down in a book
But tonight my ancestors snatch back what they took
(oh yeah)
[Chorus]
There goes my baby, she's looking at me
It's time to make a move (oh woah, yeah)
I'm feeling lucky, this clock can't touch me
It's time to blow the roof (oh yeah)

'Cause I'ma ace, I'ma ace (yeah)
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma ace
I'ma ace (yeah), I'ma ace (ace-ace-ace-ce-ce-ce)
I'ma ace, I'ma ace
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma (yeah), I'ma ace
I'ma ace, I'ma ace (ace-ace-ace-ce-ce-ce)
'Cause I'ma ace, I'ma ace
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma ace
I'ma ace, I'ma ace-ace-ace-ce (yeah)

[Verse 3]
You bigwhigs marketing to the wrong demographic
We ain't plastic dolls that fit into your cubbyhole
You haters make it sound to be
Whole white trash, a middle class
Too much cash, ignore the rest
It's a field test, like one's the best
It's one big mess, like a chess board match (chess board match)

Now I'ma ace and you know that
I'm not ashamed 'cause they're all fast
Got another, tryna' hit that
I get on this stage and you clap
All this time, trying to ------ my head
Tell me officer, I'm like a lyricist
Give it to the doctor, gonna be read
All you aces listen to what I said
[Bridge]
There goes our baby (yeah), she's looking at me (yeah)
It's time to make a move (yeah)

[Chorus/Outro]
I'm feeling lucky, this luck can't touch me
It's time to blow the roof (oh yeah)

'Cause I'ma ace, I'ma ace (yeah)
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma ace
I'ma ace (yeah), I'ma ace (ace-ace-ace-ce-ce-ce)
I'ma ace, I'ma ace
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma (yeah), I'ma ace
I'ma ace, I'ma ace (ace-ace-ace-ce-ce-ce)
'Cause I'ma ace, I'ma ace
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma ace
I'ma ace, I'ma ace-ace-ace-ce (yeah)