MOVED ON
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Oh, I'm so lost, I'm so lost, I'm so lost
Oh, I'm so lost, I'm so lost, I'm so lost
Yuh, yuh, too stuck in it, too much headache
Bitch, I pop that .9 bullet through your dome, fitted
We were too love driven, how we lose that image?
Bitch, I need that fire, like I'm too cold swimmin', uh
Like I moved on, you left, I'm gone
Felt disconnect between us, thank God, my money long
Thank God, my pants Celine, might pistol grip that chrome
Too high, can't see, you right, I'm wrong
Like I moved on, you left, I'm gone
Felt disconnect between us, thank God, my money long
Thank God my pants Celine, might pistol grip that chrome
Too high, can't see, you right, I'm wrong
Backwood guts on the bathroom counter
Smoked that dope and I cannot see
Never had no bitch that down
Too many times that you walked on me
Fuck 'round, get pape' then leave
Pop that .9 get buck, let's see
Westside from a place like hell
From the 702 to the 323 like
I think there's somethin'
Got that feelin' that I've never felt before, uh
(N-n-never felt, n-n-never felt before)
Sacrificial getting to me
Think I need to get some more, uh
(N-need to get some, n-n-need to get some more)
Yuh, and I know that I did something wrong (something wrong)
But I hope you see me changing for the better (changing for the better)
It's better that we parted, bitch, you on one (you on one)
Bitch, I money spread my paper, not no letters
Like I moved on, you left, I'm gone
Felt disconnect between us, thank God, my money long
Thank God, my pants Celine, might pistol grip that chrome
Too high, can't see, you right, I'm wrong
Like I moved on, you left, I'm gone
Felt disconnect between us, thank God, my money long
Thank God my pants Celine, might pistol grip that chrome
Too high, can't see, you right, I'm wrong
Oh, I'm so lost, I'm so lost, I'm so lost
Oh, I'm so lost, I'm so lost, I'm so lost