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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