Movin On
If you're down and out
Man I been there too
Right now I'm puffing on this weed and I'm drinking a brew
These days I'm feeling high
Yeah I'm feeling free
And I want all you different people to feel just like me
We all go through ups
We all go through downs
We all go through shit that makes the world go round and round
So breath slow baby
And take a breath of air
Don't let the storm catch you as you sit around and stare
I know the storms getting heavy and it's cold out
You thinking probably ain't gon make it home
Said but it's just a storm baby and you know now
Fucking right we moving on
I know the storms getting heavy and it's cold out
You thinking probably ain't gon make it home
Said but it's just a storm baby and you know now
Fucking right we moving on
Yeah life got you feeling all these types of ways
Life ain't a beach but got you surfing all these types of waves
Yeah the water's deep these boots are heavy true
Sometimes it might feel like your sinking but you'll make it through
Hold on little soldier hold on gotta
Maintain composure gotta keep yourself strong you gotta
Hold on little soldier hold on gotta
Maintain composer gotta keep yourself strong
I know the storm's getting heavy and it's cold out
You thinking probably ain't gon make it home
Said but it's just a storm baby and you know now
Fucking right we moving on
I know the storms getting heavy and it's cold out
You thinking probably ain't gon make it home
Said but it's just a storm baby and you know now
Fucking right we moving on
Said what you know about it
I'm in with or without it
I'm moving on
Fucking right Im moving on
Nothing to prove no nothing to loose no
I'm in the back of the club blowing O2 smoke
Said what you know about it
I'm in with or without it
I'm moving on fucking right I'm moving on
Fucking right I'm moving on
I know the storm's getting heavy and it's cold out
You thinking probably ain't gon make it home
Said but it's just a storm baby and you know now
Fucking right we moving on
I know the storms getting heavy and it's cold out
You thinking probably ain't gon make it home
Said but it's just a storm baby and you know now
Fucking right we moving on on on
Fucking right we moving on on on
Fucking right we moving on
Man I been there too
Right now I'm puffing on this weed and I'm drinking a brew
These days I'm feeling high
Yeah I'm feeling free
And I want all you different people to feel just like me
We all go through ups
We all go through downs
We all go through shit that makes the world go round and round
So breath slow baby
And take a breath of air
Don't let the storm catch you as you sit around and stare
I know the storms getting heavy and it's cold out
You thinking probably ain't gon make it home
Said but it's just a storm baby and you know now
Fucking right we moving on
I know the storms getting heavy and it's cold out
You thinking probably ain't gon make it home
Said but it's just a storm baby and you know now
Fucking right we moving on
Yeah life got you feeling all these types of ways
Life ain't a beach but got you surfing all these types of waves
Yeah the water's deep these boots are heavy true
Sometimes it might feel like your sinking but you'll make it through
Hold on little soldier hold on gotta
Maintain composure gotta keep yourself strong you gotta
Hold on little soldier hold on gotta
Maintain composer gotta keep yourself strong
I know the storm's getting heavy and it's cold out
You thinking probably ain't gon make it home
Said but it's just a storm baby and you know now
Fucking right we moving on
I know the storms getting heavy and it's cold out
You thinking probably ain't gon make it home
Said but it's just a storm baby and you know now
Fucking right we moving on
Said what you know about it
I'm in with or without it
I'm moving on
Fucking right Im moving on
Nothing to prove no nothing to loose no
I'm in the back of the club blowing O2 smoke
Said what you know about it
I'm in with or without it
I'm moving on fucking right I'm moving on
Fucking right I'm moving on
I know the storm's getting heavy and it's cold out
You thinking probably ain't gon make it home
Said but it's just a storm baby and you know now
Fucking right we moving on
I know the storms getting heavy and it's cold out
You thinking probably ain't gon make it home
Said but it's just a storm baby and you know now
Fucking right we moving on on on
Fucking right we moving on on on
Fucking right we moving on
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Writer(s): Brayden Henri
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