Abe the Kid - Move

What a despicable nigga do
When he feeling the physical
Implications of patience
I really can not be waiting I want it now
Walk through the crowd My head down
Make no sound I can't be proud
This is dread like the head of a rasta
I check options like I'm making roster
Aint no moves for a nigga
A hard place looking like a home
And a rock like snow
In the middle of winter
Cause

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Make a move I don't want to

You deal me in
Then I slide out the back
And I'm grateful for that
I got guilt on my chest
Convict Cardiac
Notoriety been dripping Quietly
All down my leg as I hit these streets
With a soul deplete
And a hole so deep
I could stage dive forever
Never reach my feet
I mean my love gone
But I'm up on
The top of her mind
Cause my melodies shine
For the free 99
And a bit of my heart
And a piece of my eye
And the peace of my mind
But I'm hardly inclined
To regret for a time
Everything I ever wanted
The music is mine (Mine, mine, mine, mine)
The music is mine
The music is mine
The music is mine
The music is mine
The music is mine
The music is mine

Sold my soul for a song
Sold my soul for you niggas sing along
Sold my soul for a song
Like Like
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Written by:
BRAD KRIEBEL, JEREMY BUTLER, JOSH BUTLER, RYAN KIRKLAND, WES ANDERSON

Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, O/B/O DistroKid

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