8ighth - Move Along

Move along
Move along
Too worried about living to concern with right or wrong, write a song so I belong
Somewhere
Somewhere
Move along
Move along
Too worried about living to concern with right or wrong, write a song so I belong
Somewhere
Somewhere
They don't come around for a nigga like me
Got left on the ground, God can't get a sound from a nigga like me
Cuz down where a nigga might be buried young from my depression
The trauma I'm suppressing
Thought ima die from weapon, paramedics count compressions, my confessions, I've been stressing tryna hold it on my own
My obsessions got connects to what's unfolding in my home
Burn my chest and now I'm gone
Room a mess, and down Patron
Dollar desperate, down the drain, and dotted checks to sign the loan
To keep that city housing, that project living, them ghetto streets where we grow
Where metal speaking, them petals leaving, the settled season be snow
That rebel peeking, he low
The sky's the limit
We try to hit it
We can't reach, so we get high up in it
And end up lower when we die up in it
Take off the foo foo
Take off the clout chase, take off the mask
Take off the fake smile, take out the flask
Feel like the sand might break out the glass
The rope is on, approaching dawn, the
gates to gold estate where I hope to spawn, for now, when the music plays, the cloak is on, the phone is my remote, feel the notes come on and just vibe
Move along
Move along
Too worried about living to concern with right or wrong, write a song so I belong
Somewhere
Somewhere
Move along
Move along
Too worried about living to concern with right or wrong, write a song so I belong
Somewhere
Somewhere

Written by:
Walid Ibrahim

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