Move the Crowd
I'm irregular, tower em like cellular
Actin like you was in it from the start
Yeah the hell you were
Escaping your reality
tell em my mom proud of me
But you ain't ever had a fuckin verse
Become a salary.
You're just like empty calories
Bullshit that doesn't matter, see
Cuz it's the Couching Distance reggae sound
They all wanna be
Bumping it at a cookout
Subwoofer gettin shook out
And for everybody waiting to sing...
(Here come the hook now)
We good yeah we got it like that
Put the bass in their face
Til their body collapse
(Yeah we move the crowd)
Ain't nobody stand still
Cuz it's one love on one beat
And all on the same chill.
If you're with the Distance
Go and ball your fists and
Put em to the motherfucking sky
Like a resistance
United for a purpose
A danceable public service
With upstrokes on offbeats
And one drops (they nervous)
Yeah this shit is serious
Melody so delerious
From Punk Rock to Hip-Hop
A new Reggae experience
So tell em when they ask
What's that sound in the speaker
It's Couching Distance Reggae
Goin hard like a tweaker
We good yeah we got it like that
Put the bass in their face
Til their body collapse
(Yeah we move the crowd)
Ain't nobody stand still
Cuz it's one love on one beat
And all on the same chill.
Actin like you was in it from the start
Yeah the hell you were
Escaping your reality
tell em my mom proud of me
But you ain't ever had a fuckin verse
Become a salary.
You're just like empty calories
Bullshit that doesn't matter, see
Cuz it's the Couching Distance reggae sound
They all wanna be
Bumping it at a cookout
Subwoofer gettin shook out
And for everybody waiting to sing...
(Here come the hook now)
We good yeah we got it like that
Put the bass in their face
Til their body collapse
(Yeah we move the crowd)
Ain't nobody stand still
Cuz it's one love on one beat
And all on the same chill.
If you're with the Distance
Go and ball your fists and
Put em to the motherfucking sky
Like a resistance
United for a purpose
A danceable public service
With upstrokes on offbeats
And one drops (they nervous)
Yeah this shit is serious
Melody so delerious
From Punk Rock to Hip-Hop
A new Reggae experience
So tell em when they ask
What's that sound in the speaker
It's Couching Distance Reggae
Goin hard like a tweaker
We good yeah we got it like that
Put the bass in their face
Til their body collapse
(Yeah we move the crowd)
Ain't nobody stand still
Cuz it's one love on one beat
And all on the same chill.
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Writer(s): John Houseworth
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