4th Avenue Jones - Move On Lyrics
I'm getting tired of gamesLook at you, a year and a half and you still ain't changedSo I'm out the doorWhy you acting like I'm saying something I ain't never said beforeWhen I block the phoneDon't be looking for me at my momma's, leave me aloneI'm sick of youAnd all of this drama you putting me through[Chorus]If he, really wanna be with meWe can start a familyIf not then brother move on, move on, just go away'Cause I ain't got time to playWorking nine to five all dayKnow what you can move on, just move onDon't be coming with no drama, don't be coming with thatDon't be coming with no drama, don't be coming with thatDon't be coming with no drama, don't be coming with thatMove on, keep movin' on[Verse 2: Tena rapping]I can't believe you got me feelin' this wayBrother it's not alright, but ya it's OKNow I be leaving, I be moving awayDon't talk about it, prove it to me to stayI had to pray when I was hoping to get back with you tooBut you ain't ready on the regular be acting a foolLike confetti in the wind would wherever you blewBut now I'm tired and too old pretend ...[Verse 3: Ahmad]You don't understand that bust on line for lineOn fam packin ol' timer rappers, if front of me shiningtrying to catch them from behind andIt's TRUE, no man's an islandSo I'm THROUGH clubbin' and wilin'No running from commitment, try to do four minute mile nowWith you I'm always smilinBecause I love a challengeYou gray girl let me smother you with colour from my palletteYou say I'm trippin' be thinkin' I be talkin' smackBut if I walk out the door baby I won't come backHow many times I done put up with your whinin' ho?Girl if you don't appreciate me I'mma find someoneI'm always real with it, you know I ain't trying to playYou feelin' me, all my homies say ...[Chorus][Verse 4: Jabu]Your mama lookin' at me like (kiss teeth)What my daughter see in thisDreadlock captain always have me like I'm being friskedBought me a new car, you bang the keys like a pianistYour mama say she hate it, then why she always be in it?Plushy in my BM, why I dress this wayHad to tell her Jab rocks like "I'm Shante"Plus I love your daughter, I treat her like she NephertitiAnd she never needy and she ain't ask me what I bought herKinda homey 'cause her momswas lonely when Pops jettedThe only thing I'm leaving is this podium hot, get it?So hold tight, no time for pressure play the zoneI'm sure you know I love you, but I heard you on the phoneYou said ...[Chorus]
