Move On
I gotta move on, I gotta move on
2 Ls make a W I guess I'm never losing
You know I was proud of you so don't be fucking rude yeah
Money on my mind I guess its mulla that I'm choosing
I gotta move on, I gotta move on
2 Ls make a W I guess I'm never losing
You know I was proud of you so don't be fucking rude yeah
Money on my mind I guess its mulla that I'm choosing
I did you wrong, wrong
But you did the same so why lie
I was left alone, lone
But I'm shining why would I cry
So I just be stacking the paper
I guess you had to do me a favour
Like I said I'm ball like a laker
Smoking gas fell' in love with flavours
They gon' dash they ain't real no its fake love
Chasing Ms I get called for the pesos
Devil and I in a face off
I can't lack ain't no time gotta wake up
All I ever wanted was the mulla
All I ever wanted was a family
Now they wanna talk about my future
But they will never know what I'm about to be
They claimed they had my back but they was lying
Where the fuck was you when I was trapped and I was dying?
I got backstabbed til' I bled out
I still bounced back with the bread how?
I gotta move on, I gotta move on
2 Ls make a W I guess I'm never losing
You know I was proud of you so don't be fucking rude yeah
Money on my mind I guess its mulla that I'm choosing
I gotta move on, I gotta move on
2 Ls make a W I guess I'm never losing
You know I was proud of you so don't be fucking rude yeah
Money on my mind I guess its mulla that I'm choosing
2 Ls make a W I guess I'm never losing
You know I was proud of you so don't be fucking rude yeah
Money on my mind I guess its mulla that I'm choosing
I gotta move on, I gotta move on
2 Ls make a W I guess I'm never losing
You know I was proud of you so don't be fucking rude yeah
Money on my mind I guess its mulla that I'm choosing
I did you wrong, wrong
But you did the same so why lie
I was left alone, lone
But I'm shining why would I cry
So I just be stacking the paper
I guess you had to do me a favour
Like I said I'm ball like a laker
Smoking gas fell' in love with flavours
They gon' dash they ain't real no its fake love
Chasing Ms I get called for the pesos
Devil and I in a face off
I can't lack ain't no time gotta wake up
All I ever wanted was the mulla
All I ever wanted was a family
Now they wanna talk about my future
But they will never know what I'm about to be
They claimed they had my back but they was lying
Where the fuck was you when I was trapped and I was dying?
I got backstabbed til' I bled out
I still bounced back with the bread how?
I gotta move on, I gotta move on
2 Ls make a W I guess I'm never losing
You know I was proud of you so don't be fucking rude yeah
Money on my mind I guess its mulla that I'm choosing
I gotta move on, I gotta move on
2 Ls make a W I guess I'm never losing
You know I was proud of you so don't be fucking rude yeah
Money on my mind I guess its mulla that I'm choosing
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Writer(s): The Tz.
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