moving on And I've said all this before But from my life I've been divorced For love and psycho hum I must get moving on Open wound bleed profusely
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must get moving on And I?ve said all this before But from my life I?ve been divorced For love and psycho hum I must get moving on Open wound bleed profusely
human Like anyone I've learned to play like I'm blind I've learned to believe I'll always get by Life moves on or so I'm told Life moves on when you
Monday Them Space jams thats Tuesday That Spike Lee's on Wednesday 23 in my Benz eh You know I love them 6?s especially on my bitches 13?s and them spandex on
freedom I know him so well No-one in your life is with you constantly No-one is completely on your side And though I'd move my world to be with him
renegades that'll peel you back like new hundreds bet your jewels on it you don't want to lose on it either move on or move on it Verse 2: Queens to
I got is 4 minutes, 4 minutes, hey I'm outta time and all I got is 4 minutes, 4 minutes, hey I'm outta time and all I got is 4 minutes, 4 minutes, hey Come on
eyes I can still recall the first time Baby what a big surprise Looking like a silver angel Till I got a closer view Baby till I moved on to the wilder
freestyle I am fast approachin on the weekend It's me, Niko, Bryans here, D10 Freestyle shit bout the safeway to the verse here we go [Verse 2:] It's like I'm makin moves
to I move in my own time Play this guitar anyway I want to I own it and the amplifier Everybody is getting tired Of pushing buttons on their radio Where
thug be wantin' to slug me (Uh-huh) Could it be I move as smoove as Bugsy? (Yeah) Or be at the bar with too much bubbly? (C'mon) Yo, I think it must
knew like us It's less than a small few like us And they ain't pay dues like us Never on P's and Q's like us They don't move like us They don't have
tried to get rid of me!!! Y'all must be kiddin me!! Y'all must be kiddin me!!! Aiyyo fuck the whole industry!!! Come on!!! Staten Island! Come on! Hold
know we come through To cause choas like Darth Vader Turn on your radar On the downhill racing I'm holding my head The situation that we parel on the
it on don't be frontin' on your baby boo all I wanna is what's up with you how can I get with you seems like you got a hold on me it must vodoo cause
me And she Whispers Come on my Darling lets go Round Two Then she gon start to kissing me and to her surpise i quickly move Now she got this dumb look on
