OUT THE WAY
Yeah
I been moving out the way, I been moving out the way, I been moving out the way
I been moving out the way, I been moving out the way
Moving out the way
Moving out the way
Yeah funny how things don't ever really change
I been chasing money, I don't really need the fame
I did it alone but I did it with the gang
I be posted at the party in the corner like the meme nigga
Now I'm getting money, old wage times three nigga
Pink hoodie on, white vans, skinny jeans
I was in a cell off a bean what you mean nigga
Now I'm drinking water and I'm feeling so clean
I don't talk to niggas because I know they all see through
I don't got to hit her back, I know I don't need you
I'm going to come through, break the back like three two
Blue and white, I got magic
Shorty fucked me good, kicked me out it was tragic
I was in it more than 6 minutes like new Patek
I was in there thumping that shit like a rabbit
I was in there bumping some R&B classics
I was in there singing underwater like Sebastian
Socks still on but my ankles ain't ashy
She knew my song got me harder than a math sheet
Taxing, I seen in a bad dream
You singing my name what does that mean?
I be saucing like I'm Ramsey
Still running this shit like a track meet
I been moving out the way, I been moving out the way, I been moving out the way
I been moving out the way, I been moving out the way
Moving out the way
Moving out the way
Moving out the way
Moving out the way
Moving out the way
Moving out the way
Moving out the way
Moving out the
I been moving out the way, I been moving out the way, I been moving out the way
I been moving out the way, I been moving out the way
Moving out the way
Moving out the way
Yeah funny how things don't ever really change
I been chasing money, I don't really need the fame
I did it alone but I did it with the gang
I be posted at the party in the corner like the meme nigga
Now I'm getting money, old wage times three nigga
Pink hoodie on, white vans, skinny jeans
I was in a cell off a bean what you mean nigga
Now I'm drinking water and I'm feeling so clean
I don't talk to niggas because I know they all see through
I don't got to hit her back, I know I don't need you
I'm going to come through, break the back like three two
Blue and white, I got magic
Shorty fucked me good, kicked me out it was tragic
I was in it more than 6 minutes like new Patek
I was in there thumping that shit like a rabbit
I was in there bumping some R&B classics
I was in there singing underwater like Sebastian
Socks still on but my ankles ain't ashy
She knew my song got me harder than a math sheet
Taxing, I seen in a bad dream
You singing my name what does that mean?
I be saucing like I'm Ramsey
Still running this shit like a track meet
I been moving out the way, I been moving out the way, I been moving out the way
I been moving out the way, I been moving out the way
Moving out the way
Moving out the way
Moving out the way
Moving out the way
Moving out the way
Moving out the way
Moving out the way
Moving out the
Credits
Writer(s): Alphonse Bayingana
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