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The motion


Time is moving fast

I wish I can slow it down

But Some people I be messing with they never come around

It's like I'm the only one that's down

You can ask my town

They will tell you that your boy Moyy never flakes or chicken's out

It's the truth, in the booth, cause tonight I'm feeling loose

Spitting the realest on the mic so you will never get confused, My dudes. My dudes. My dudes.

That's the motion

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