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Moody Murdock - Move In Lyrics



Moody Murdock - Move In Lyrics




I call her nicotine
All her energy I puff on
Knock on wood, no luck involved
Dancin' on a marble floor
That two step with the Isley Bro's
Fresh paint on this newspaper, yeah
Tell your friends that I ain't nothin' like your former niggas, yeah
How about maybe think about dinner
The night before church we get down
Sinnin' like we ain't been saved
And the paster, we askin' for favor, a spotlight for love in the crowd
Holy Ghost, no one knows ashy knees
Err body want an open book to read
God the pappy, this is family business
Can I get a witness for the free? Yeah

See your way out
Three months later
You fed up 'cause how this music played out
Call me Tommy, ain't no job and you start cheatin'
I'll dial Jesus
You doubt us, I doubt breathin'
You doubt trust, I doubt reasons
You doubt, I doubt, you doubt, I doubt, I doubt!

Ain't felt sunshine in a long time
I ain't been happy since

Feel like I wasted my time in the summer
The more aware I get, the status quo gets dumber
Chasin' to fill a replacement role
Satan is datin' the same type of bitches
Want labels for social media
Tell them that I want A Walk to Remember
But there ain't no culture on Mandy Moore
I need a Keisha
I need someone that can throw down on Easter
Hold down the crib when this shit hits the fan
Shit gets heated like Madea grits
And she wants to drink with her friends
Cope with some coke that she sniffed
'Cause she hates being left out of trends
Can't be yourself so you sell it to them, damn
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I call her nicotine
All her energy I puff on
Knock on wood, no luck involved
Dancin' on a marble floor
That two step with the Isley Bro's
Fresh paint on this newspaper, yeah
Tell your friends that I ain't nothin' like your former niggas, yeah
How about maybe think about dinner
The night before church we get down
Sinnin' like we ain't been saved
And the paster, we askin' for favor, a spotlight for love in the crowd
Holy Ghost, no one knows ashy knees
Err body want an open book to read
God the pappy, this is family business
Can I get a witness for the free? Yeah

See your way out
Three months later
You fed up 'cause how this music played out
Call me Tommy, ain't no job and you start cheatin'
I'll dial Jesus
You doubt us, I doubt breathin'
You doubt trust, I doubt reasons
You doubt, I doubt, you doubt, I doubt, I doubt!

Ain't felt sunshine in a long time
I ain't been happy since

Feel like I wasted my time in the summer
The more aware I get, the status quo gets dumber
Chasin' to fill a replacement role
Satan is datin' the same type of bitches
Want labels for social media
Tell them that I want A Walk to Remember
But there ain't no culture on Mandy Moore
I need a Keisha
I need someone that can throw down on Easter
Hold down the crib when this shit hits the fan
Shit gets heated like Madea grits
And she wants to drink with her friends
Cope with some coke that she sniffed
'Cause she hates being left out of trends
Can't be yourself so you sell it to them, damn
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Writer: Philip Faulkner, Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




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Performed By: Moody Murdock
Length: 2:32
Written by: Philip Faulkner, Jr.

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