Move Along

Yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah!
BB
I went back to making music so I guess I let them down
Had to do the joint myself cause they wouldn't hear the sound
Made the style something special by the way I turned it out
With the corduroy button and the Stetson for a crown
And I'm moving to your
Moving to your city I'm a ways out
Had her back in August but it phased out
Used to flip the patties but got bank now
How'd you make out?
Ain't no bag boy
Ain't no sad boy
I eat good now
Ain't no fat boy
But I'm running through your city with the rap noise
Banging out speakers racing cars like the Jack Boys
Uppin' every dosage
Watering the roses
I've been supercalifragilistic and I'm focused, yeah
And I'm focused
And I'm focused
Pass the butter if you got it nah you loaf-less
Ey!
Moving to your city I'm a ways out
Had her back in August but it phased out
Used to flip the patties but got bank now
How'd you make out?

Yeah! Oh my!
Oh my gosh!
He's really
He's back
From six feet under
From the dead
The one you've been worried about

Tickets on the dash caused I parked it in the yellow
Used to visit Dad in the unit with the Jello
Used to wear the forces in the white and the Velcro
Used to turn up at the party now I'm mellow
Yeah
Southern girls really got me hype though
A couple hundred thousand for the right post
So thick in the back that it might float
And friends always judge me in the round
But I got brands in the city reaching out
Meaning we could turn these pockets upside down
And pay back the debt that makes you drown
It makes you drown
Hey!
Hitting every spot on this bus route
Collecting what I can till it runs out
Tony with the robe and it's fun now
Hope you're doing better in that dumb town
Could have been the one but time's run out



Credits
Writer(s): Brennan Butler, Frank Richardson Rocks
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