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INTRO |
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(Breathe) |
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Uh, yeah |
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What's up world? |
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It's about that time... |
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It's Move.meant. |
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VERSE 1: |
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Some give, some lie to the common man |
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Some live, some die for the promised land |
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Some never let go from their mama's hand |
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I'ma stand up, it's time to man up... (breathe) |
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Some wonder why I can't settle |
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Wonder why I gotta push for that next level |
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Maybe I was born with the spirit of a rebel |
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So I find some way, somehow |
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I guess some got more and some less, huh |
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Some more or less wait for the best part |
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Some hold their breath for a fresh start |
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But it's all right here right now |
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(Breathe) You ain't gotta be a robot |
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Think for yourself, fight for the soapbox |
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And forgive your fathers for they know not |
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What they do, if they only knew they might... (breathe) |
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CHORUS: |
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(Sample: "we can take you higher than that") - Higher! x3 |
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(Scratch) |
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(Sample: "we can take you higher than that") - Higher! x3 |
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(Sample: "have anything in this world") |
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VERSE 2: |
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Uh, yeah |
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They say only the good die young |
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Maybe that explains why I'm so high-strung |
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Plus the fact we broadcastin' live from |
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A city where it's so hard sometimes to just... (breathe) |
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See LA's like another world |
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Gang bangers, immigrants and cover girls |
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All walks, big lines and small talk |
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What y'all thought it was sweet? Uh-huh, nope! |
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Uh |
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So I talk fast and write slow |
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Make sure I match beats with the right flow |
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We them up and comin' cats y'all might know |
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By the letters M dot them hot yeah |
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They're sayin' that we a breathe of fresh air |
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Base up, lace up your best pair |
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Fresh out the box, to the mountain-tops |
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Up high where the air's so thin you can't... (breathe) |
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CHORUS |
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BRIDGE |
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VERSE 3: |
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(Breathe) Every breath is another hit |
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And I don't mean that stress, I'm on some other shit |
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I'm on some old kiss the sky, get up and get |
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So high, inhale exhale just... (breathe) |
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Every day's like a new drug |
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It's like money and fame, sex and true love |
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It's like no matter what we in pursuit of |
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We go hard, so far, so good, yeah... (breathe) |
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Every man got his own fix |
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Whether it's child's play or on some grown shit |
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I went miles away and came home with |
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Something so pure, that's why I'm so sure |
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CHORUS |
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OUTRO |
