Wrong Moves

You might need to move your ass
That's where the crew sit
Heard ya'll talking bout class
So where the D'usse
I ain't even had a sip
But think I'm fucked up
Ya'll been tripping
But ain't even on no Lucy
Broke free, on the loose
Kobe, yellow coup
I'm making more threes now
Cause I'm on top of things
I need more G's now
I fuck with proper things

But every time we do this
I'm a little more a mess
I put two feet in the lobby
But I'm never overdressed
If you like it and you want it
There's some things I must confess
I got ten wrong moves
Give me ten, let's choose yours

I feel the cold breeze now
And think it's menacing
Cold bleed fresh squeezed
I drink the medicine
Take one, take two
We hide the evidence
Thing one and thing two
Just like the presidents
Freefall, seesaw, I try to balance it
Play ball, beat all the weekly challenges
I can't say I ain't been running a muck
Apologies if I was in your life and fucking it up

But every time we do this
I'm a little more a mess
I put two feet in the lobby
But I'm never overdressed
If you like it and you want it
There's some things I must confess
I got ten wrong moves
Give me ten, let's choose yours

I see the lights in my room mamma
Yeah, I see the kites in the noon
Green lights and I zoom outta
Yuh, 12 brights on the move
I got luck, I'm the proof might of
Drop dead in my tomb
Four years from the womb it's a
Uh yeah, coin flip to my doom

But every time we do this
I'm a little more a mess
I put two feet in the lobby
But I'm never overdressed
If you like it and you want it
There's some things I must confess
I got ten wrong moves
Give me ten, let's choose yours



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Writer(s): Philip Williams Jones
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