Move on

(Yeah, Yeah, yeah)
(Heyyy)
(Ooh, Im Trying to)
(Ayee, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Times is getting harder (Hard)
Work my way up to the top I'm thinking smarter (Smart)
These last months done been a pill for me to swallow (Damn)
I'm complicated baby I don't think you trying to move on, on, on, on
Ain't trying to move on
I'm trying to bring you home (I'm trying to take you home)
I'm Thinking like we on
Whole time in the city I was going crazy (Whoa)
Whole time I been promising a baby (Yeah)
No new Mercedes (No)
She think of me night but I am not her savior (Savior)
I put these bitches on the rocks like my liquor (Rocks)
And lately I been getting money pockets thicker (Thick)
You mad at her for Taste timing other niggas (Face)
Don't be mad homie I probably won't hit her (Whoa, whoa)
She just belong to the streets (Yeah)
R.I.P. little heavy missing my bro I love you (Damn)
Taking the thrill of lifetime know we gone sip on that muddy
Smoking this dope healing my mind stressing about who im gone cuddle (Stress)

Decisions, decisions (Decisions)
I done ran off to the H and got some feelings
Know my baby gon be there for me I know she will (I know)
But if go broke yesterday I know she trying to peel

Times is getting harder
Work my way up to the top I'm thinking smarter
These last months done been a pill for me to swallow
I'm complicated baby I don't think you tryna move on, on, on, on
Ain't tryna move on
I'm trying to bring you home (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm Thinking like we on

Let me talk my shit
I know some niggas that's gone kill if you cross that switch
I got some bitches that's gone fuck 'em if you trying to get rich
And if you trying to get rich then I'm gone ride with the stick yeah
I got these hoes on replay
But you ain't even got no other bae
No, no new Mercedes
So I'm gone fuck his bitch and give her back later
Yeah I almost catered her (Catered)
But I ain't got nothing safer (Safe)
Was forty dollars to my name Nigga
Now I'm fucking every nigga bitch send her to Spain Nigga (Uhhh)

Times is getting harder (Hard)
Work my way up to the top I'm thinking smarter (Smart)
These last months done been a pill for me to swallow (Pills)
I'm complicated baby I don't think you trying to move on, on, on, on
Ain't trying to move on
I'm trying to bring you home (Yeah)
I'm Thinking like we on
Whole time in the city I was going crazy
Whole time I been promising a baby
No new Mercedes
She think of me night but I am not her savior
I put these bitches on the rocks like my liquor (Liq)
And lately I been getting money pockets thicker (Thick)
You mad at her for Taste timing other niggas
Don't be mad homie I probably won't hit her
She just belong to the streets (Whoa)
R.I.P. little heavy missing my bro I love you
Taking the thrill of lifetime know we gone sip on that muddy
Smoking this dope healing my mind stressing about who im gone cuddle



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Writer(s): Ryan Brown
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