Stretch
Bless the child that's got his own,
baby girl's been grinding all along
It's a vibe, it's a sauce, it's a juice, it's a drive you choose
It's a jump, it's a leap, it's a climb to what you seek
Call it what you will, I'm too much to deal with
Folks want to ride the wave, until it hot
I'm gonna make my lane, as I walk
Ride it, walk it, sprint it, jog it, Stretch it out
In a moment, everything could change
Like a whisper in the wind, of better days
All the seeds that you sow, that's your goal
Call it what you will, I'm too much to deal with
Folks want to ride the wave until it's hot
I'm gonna make my lane as I walk
Ride it, walk it, sprint it, jog it, stretch it out
Ride it, walk it, sprint, jog it, stretch it out
Ride it, walk it, sprint it, jog it, stretch it out
Ride it, walk it, spring it, jog it, stretch it out
Walk with me, or sink with them.
You only lose, if you don't begin.
Raise your hopes high, no settling.
Limber up baby, limber up baby.
Folks want to ride the wave, until it's hot
I'm gonna make my lane, as I walk
Ride it, walk it, sprint it, jog it, stretch it out
Ride it, walk it, sprint it, jog it, stretch it out
baby girl's been grinding all along
It's a vibe, it's a sauce, it's a juice, it's a drive you choose
It's a jump, it's a leap, it's a climb to what you seek
Call it what you will, I'm too much to deal with
Folks want to ride the wave, until it hot
I'm gonna make my lane, as I walk
Ride it, walk it, sprint it, jog it, Stretch it out
In a moment, everything could change
Like a whisper in the wind, of better days
All the seeds that you sow, that's your goal
Call it what you will, I'm too much to deal with
Folks want to ride the wave until it's hot
I'm gonna make my lane as I walk
Ride it, walk it, sprint it, jog it, stretch it out
Ride it, walk it, sprint, jog it, stretch it out
Ride it, walk it, sprint it, jog it, stretch it out
Ride it, walk it, spring it, jog it, stretch it out
Walk with me, or sink with them.
You only lose, if you don't begin.
Raise your hopes high, no settling.
Limber up baby, limber up baby.
Folks want to ride the wave, until it's hot
I'm gonna make my lane, as I walk
Ride it, walk it, sprint it, jog it, stretch it out
Ride it, walk it, sprint it, jog it, stretch it out
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Writer(s): Chelsea Johnson
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