Moving On (feat. Joe Samba)

Misery loves company

Stirring up a lump of sweet

Arsenic in a cup of

Don't sit and sup with me

No heart to heart

No history

No falling out and rekindling

This ain't ever been a thing

This is not that interesting

Nah

Your skin is paper thin

Take shots and hide your hands

Tippy toe like Tiny Tim

Gotta listen close

It's the world's smallest violin

We're just pissing in the wind

Live this life until it's all over

I won't care about it when I'm all gone

I'll just roll with the hits

Oh this life's such a bitch

I just gotta keep moving

Movin' on

Movin' on

Movin' on

Movin' on

I don't know you

I don't owe

I don't trust you half as far as I can throw you

We're not close so how the fuck I ghost you

Life has more to offer than to always be a bother

Get a hobby

Be a potter

Till a plot

Plant a garden

Weed and water till it's taller

Pick a fruit

Sip the juice

Leave me out of it you silly goose

It doesn't take a genius

To keep some feet between us

I gotta throw a peace up

Cause enough is enough

Live this life until it's all over

I won't care about it when I'm all gone

I'll just roll with the hits

Oh this life's such a bitch

I just gotta keep moving

Movin' on

Movin' on

Movin' on

Movin' on

I don't know where to begin

We're in a world of sin

We feed the fire just so we can watch it burn

It's taking everything away to earn your life after moving on

You know you're on your own

And the truth is left untold for the villains

Your skin is paper thin

Take shots and hide your hands

I'll just live this life until it's all over

I won't care about it when I'm all gone

I'll just roll with the hits

Oh this life's such a bitch

I just gotta keep moving

Movin' on

Movin' on

Movin' on

Movin' on