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obi juan pe$o - movement lyrics

i do not have time to be locked down by losses
i have to keep moving when i am the one losing
improving the mind
it is never stationary
i can make wishes come true
as if i were a fairy
see the dreams
just some insight
everything becomes clearer
when you dive deep inside
inside your soul
find the purpose & you will know your goals
dust of the sc-m
then, you will discover the gold
when i rise
i don’t need a warm-up
i’m always ready
learning lessons from my failures
for the success
i’ll always be the best of myself
there is no limit to me
i’m hardly sleepy
but
when i’m drifting
i’m flowing like a stream
i been reminiscing about life
as if it all happened yesterday
picking up these stones
only to catch up with my past
i been sticking to my path
tryna keep from swerving off of it
i’m not tryna waste my time
sittin in them offices

ain’t no duck tape gon’ fix it
just pick up off your feet
& you ain’t gon’ miss this
ain’t no duck tape gon’ fix it
just pick up off your feet
& you ain’t gon’ miss this
ain’t no duck tape gon’ fix it
just pick up off your feet
& you ain’t gon’ miss this
ain’t no duck tape gon’ fix it
just pick up off your feet
& you ain’t gon’ miss this

up in the void
feeling death within my soul
gotta send it under soles
before i get left a million feet under
h-ll deep torture
burning me inside
insight tellin me to jump down
self-control really got me hurtin now
don’t judge one by the cover
you never took a step in their shoes
i’m still a caged n-gga
never lost in the sunken place
go figure
i don’t roll with triggers
i only fear me
if i had one
i’d probably bust myself
til i drop
oh no
til i drop
oh no
empty the clip
head first
then, i fall for the ending
but
there’s no stop to it
ain’t no stop to us

od coming from a crack house
blacked out
backed out
tools in the shed
money with the deagle
hit him one punch
knock him out
push up on his block
n he bustin like an easel
b-tches want the bread
but don’t know how to make it dough
when i was out flockin’
i was pushin’ through the do’
when i was selling dope
i would get it from the sto’
fifty-cents & weight
i can’t snitch up on the folks

i don’t need no weed from a fan
they smokin out do’
put a n-gga on a white tee for no reason
i’m a hot boy but i’m cold as ma season

got beef though
now i’m finna eat it up
that’s a thirty on my waist
i ain’t here to chop it up
she ain’t here for beatin’
no
she’s just here to slop me up
asking why he got a vest
if we aimin’ at the neck

- obi juan peo lyrics

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