Lyrics:
Moving On
(Written by Rome Alexander, Produced by Chris Clay)
Verse 1:
Back when we started I was all you ever wanted.
But I guess as time went
offended by this, but that's the market y'all missed
That's the target I'll hit
And that's the heart of my pitch
I wanna do this whole thing different
What
better not rest
I gotta give it all
The pressures on
And I won't prove small
Guard my points like Chris Paul
Break your knees like Criss Cross
I'm
I go hard in the mother fuckin' kitchen
Half thing, whole thing, nigga I'm pitchin
Hit it with the soda make a nigga start whipping
Hit you with
y'all can call me Mel
I'm a little bit of a writer, you can say that
(We'll say that)
My summer was SRSLY, so fun
And AAMOF
(And as a matter of fact)
DJ:
Well, hello down there, muchachos. This is your DJ, Señor Mr. G, listo para llevarlos a los ""Highest Trails Above"". Y'all look so good
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
I be loved by ladies, I'm the brown Chris Brown
Matter fact, call me The Brown Breezy who's
with that Chris Brown
"Don't give me shit!" Niggas
In the streets say
"Kill them all!" Bitch, you know we got guns
Like the Pentagon i'm just eating
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
around the way
Yo, hey nappy head
Yo, wassup?
What you got there?
Ha, I got some of that lyrical cheeba cheeba
Word?
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well
think they like me
Balling in my Amin
I've been doing nice things
That's why they all on me
I've been to one in VIP
I know the owner I don't need ID
I'm
family have done things that are out of order
But it always seemed fine when we watched it on the camera recorder
All on film with presents,
really fuck witchu (I really fuck witchu)
Capture all the things you do (everything you do)
Like it's in a photo booth (c'mon)
Cuz girl I
Fuck witchu
Damn
we are fragile and would be damaged by
An encounter with the thing we dread
The active variety is something most
Of us have experienced at
Some point
(Chyea)
All I got left are these pictures and memories
Flowers by the headstones, family at cemeteries
Beats in my headphones, music my therapy
Find
Well we went to Wales and we pattied around
We ended up with The Patty Patty Sound
With an open mind we went for a tea
Chris the sounds man he got it
releases repeat
I carry heat
Who lied and told you I was sweet
Boy
I'll tell you my flaws forever honest on the beat
Boy
My main thing is driving up all my
in Genesis when we wrote books back then
And were the first storytellers of such things on earth
Well, kind of, OK not really
That's a privileged view
courage and of course
they would, because they would think all right maybe
this is a little bit embarrassing thing to do,
but look at John and Yoko they're
y'all know them funny fakes and snakes got to go
[Chris Lowe]
Man, things ain't the same, now don't complain, I'm just against the grain
See my brain'll
a neighbourhood where things can get peak
Those my g's they all respect me
If u came to my ends on tour
You wouldn't manage to get much sleep
Don't talk to me about
smoke all the time,
Chris cole way I been on my grind,
Like Arizona boy your weed is so Dry,
Your friends are fake your just too high realize,
Nowadays
By a bitch talking shit putting my name in the dirt
Don't know why you're so heated
Ain't no such thing as a chick who cheated
Y'all I'm telling
wednesday afternoon
When you cry all night
Wednesday early we fall into work
All caught up in the day by day
Thursday morning is not thursday morning
'till
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