| 作词 : Maurice Shadee Clarke | |
| 作曲 : Fabrice Ferrando | |
| If I don't have much | |
| I got these words and similies | |
| That you always | |
| Seem to twist and word differently | |
| I mean who don't know our history | |
| And we still had chemistry | |
| But you got another nigga 'round my child like | |
| I ain't gon' walk her down that aisle | |
| That shit is foul | |
| 'Cause I'm not around | |
| But Mama need lovin' too | |
| I see how you get down | |
| Know this situation like the back of my hand | |
| 'Cause when Dad was gone | |
| Mom's found her a new man, and | |
| I got used to callin' that nigga Pops | |
| Take me for a cruise just to ride around the block | |
| Chill up in my room and teach me how to box | |
| Sent me, all them letters when | |
| He was in the system | |
| Showed me a few things I would never tell my Mom | |
| 'Cause loyalty's forever | |
| Got that tatted on my arm | |
| True story | |
| The way I was made, way I was made | |
| Haven't seen me in days | |
| Still wake up to my face | |
| There's some things and some bonds | |
| That you could never replace | |
| That you could never break | |
| No matter how you try to manipulate | |
| The situate, it's real or fake | |
| If you really take the time aside to seek through it but | |
| Thank you for this notion and vibe for sweet music | |
| At all time high, at your worst, keep doin' | |
| Bullshit stirs in the pot, and keeps brewin' | |
| You dropped the ball on us | |
| Then you dropped the ball on trust | |
| Put that ring on you finger | |
| And was still ****in' up but | |
| If I could leave the past | |
| Then you could leave the past | |
| Just, don't be wit' my daughter | |
| Actin' like I ain't her Dad | |
| I had you on that first night | |
| I knew you was too fast | |
| Always ask for something | |
| That you knew you couldn't have | |
| Swervin' in the fast lane, yo | |
| Ease up on the gas | |
| But it's too late to recognize | |
| It really wasn't that bad | |
| When you think about it | |
| The way it was laid | |
| [Chorus] | |
| It's the way that we move, its the way that we are | |
| It's the way that we move, it's the way that we move | |
| x3 | |
| [Bridge] | |
| The most high, just anotha day in the life... |
| zuo ci : Maurice Shadee Clarke | |
| zuo qu : Fabrice Ferrando | |
| If I don' t have much | |
| I got these words and similies | |
| That you always | |
| Seem to twist and word differently | |
| I mean who don' t know our history | |
| And we still had chemistry | |
| But you got another nigga ' round my child like | |
| I ain' t gon' walk her down that aisle | |
| That shit is foul | |
| ' Cause I' m not around | |
| But Mama need lovin' too | |
| I see how you get down | |
| Know this situation like the back of my hand | |
| ' Cause when Dad was gone | |
| Mom' s found her a new man, and | |
| I got used to callin' that nigga Pops | |
| Take me for a cruise just to ride around the block | |
| Chill up in my room and teach me how to box | |
| Sent me, all them letters when | |
| He was in the system | |
| Showed me a few things I would never tell my Mom | |
| ' Cause loyalty' s forever | |
| Got that tatted on my arm | |
| True story | |
| The way I was made, way I was made | |
| Haven' t seen me in days | |
| Still wake up to my face | |
| There' s some things and some bonds | |
| That you could never replace | |
| That you could never break | |
| No matter how you try to manipulate | |
| The situate, it' s real or fake | |
| If you really take the time aside to seek through it but | |
| Thank you for this notion and vibe for sweet music | |
| At all time high, at your worst, keep doin' | |
| Bullshit stirs in the pot, and keeps brewin' | |
| You dropped the ball on us | |
| Then you dropped the ball on trust | |
| Put that ring on you finger | |
| And was still in' up but | |
| If I could leave the past | |
| Then you could leave the past | |
| Just, don' t be wit' my daughter | |
| Actin' like I ain' t her Dad | |
| I had you on that first night | |
| I knew you was too fast | |
| Always ask for something | |
| That you knew you couldn' t have | |
| Swervin' in the fast lane, yo | |
| Ease up on the gas | |
| But it' s too late to recognize | |
| It really wasn' t that bad | |
| When you think about it | |
| The way it was laid | |
| Chorus | |
| It' s the way that we move, its the way that we are | |
| It' s the way that we move, it' s the way that we move | |
| x3 | |
| Bridge | |
| The most high, just anotha day in the life. . . |
| zuò cí : Maurice Shadee Clarke | |
| zuò qǔ : Fabrice Ferrando | |
| If I don' t have much | |
| I got these words and similies | |
| That you always | |
| Seem to twist and word differently | |
| I mean who don' t know our history | |
| And we still had chemistry | |
| But you got another nigga ' round my child like | |
| I ain' t gon' walk her down that aisle | |
| That shit is foul | |
| ' Cause I' m not around | |
| But Mama need lovin' too | |
| I see how you get down | |
| Know this situation like the back of my hand | |
| ' Cause when Dad was gone | |
| Mom' s found her a new man, and | |
| I got used to callin' that nigga Pops | |
| Take me for a cruise just to ride around the block | |
| Chill up in my room and teach me how to box | |
| Sent me, all them letters when | |
| He was in the system | |
| Showed me a few things I would never tell my Mom | |
| ' Cause loyalty' s forever | |
| Got that tatted on my arm | |
| True story | |
| The way I was made, way I was made | |
| Haven' t seen me in days | |
| Still wake up to my face | |
| There' s some things and some bonds | |
| That you could never replace | |
| That you could never break | |
| No matter how you try to manipulate | |
| The situate, it' s real or fake | |
| If you really take the time aside to seek through it but | |
| Thank you for this notion and vibe for sweet music | |
| At all time high, at your worst, keep doin' | |
| Bullshit stirs in the pot, and keeps brewin' | |
| You dropped the ball on us | |
| Then you dropped the ball on trust | |
| Put that ring on you finger | |
| And was still in' up but | |
| If I could leave the past | |
| Then you could leave the past | |
| Just, don' t be wit' my daughter | |
| Actin' like I ain' t her Dad | |
| I had you on that first night | |
| I knew you was too fast | |
| Always ask for something | |
| That you knew you couldn' t have | |
| Swervin' in the fast lane, yo | |
| Ease up on the gas | |
| But it' s too late to recognize | |
| It really wasn' t that bad | |
| When you think about it | |
| The way it was laid | |
| Chorus | |
| It' s the way that we move, its the way that we are | |
| It' s the way that we move, it' s the way that we move | |
| x3 | |
| Bridge | |
| The most high, just anotha day in the life. . . |
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