Moving - Bugzy Malone

It comes a point in life when you gotta learn to keep it moving

And what I mean about that is, you can’t look at a problem

You gotta look through a problem

You see the minute you stop, you’re dying

And the minute you understand that

Well, then you can start to live

Bugzy Malone, you know

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Nobody’s doing this for me

Not even behind closed doors

Nobody’s stopping this army

Because that’s gonna start wars

I hear they wanna know my story

But they don’t wanna know yours

That’s cause I made music to make me feel good

Not to go on tours

But I hear that my tours just been booked

And I’m gonna make dough

I’ve never had money in the bank

Now I’m looking at a screen just watching it grow

Along with my confidence

Cause these days I walk with a toxic glow

I remember the days

When I couldn’t come out my house cause I felt so low

But wait, I was sitting on the 142

Or was it the 143?

Looking at my Sony Ericsson Walkman phone

Nobody rang me

Then I look at my Nokia

Cause you know they say I make money on the streets

But when you’re in a bad place you don’t wanna show face

And you don’t wanna make P

So I just make music

Ask Ali Kareem I was a studio freak

I fell asleep on the sofa

And I drifted into the deepest sleep

I dreamed that I was in solitary confinement

And I was back in Stoke Heath

That’s where I met failure

And it’s also where I nearly left my dreams

But I kept it moving

I kept on trying but I just kept losing

More time I’ll be in my Beamer cruising

Sometimes I drop the top

Just to remind myself that I’m on top

Just to remind myself that I gotta keep it moving

(Swear down, swear down)

I kept on trying but I just kept losing

(Swear down, swear down)

More time I’ll be in my Beamer cruising

(Swear down, swear down)

Sometimes I drop the top

(Swear down)

Just to remind myself that I’m on top

(Swear down)

Just to remind myself that I gotta keep it moving

(Swear down)

Swear down

It’s like man wanna see me slow down

Its like they wanna see my break down

Like an old Vauxhall with a rattling sound

But there’s no way that I’m gonna turn round

More to the point do they think I’m a clown?

Do they think that I made all of this money on the road

To keep walking round my hometown?

As if I don’t wanna see the rest of the world

As if I wanna see my brother get killed

As if I didn’t keep couple of toasters around me

Just in case some asked to get grilled

I think they forget that I come from a place so bad

That people rarely escape

And the way that I broke the mould

I swear I’m like superman with no cape

You’re looking at a walking legend

And that’s mad cause they just don’t know it yet

I saw my mum breakdown through owing debt

Till the point that my head was going west

But when I seen my uncle drop the top on that Beamer

I was so impressed

That I hit the road with no regrets

And I, had to do loads of CS

Because I was a persistent young offender

I hit the road on my agenda

Nobody could tell me what to do

Because if I got grounded, I’d jump out the window

Heard my dad could ride a ninja

So I started riding

I was brought up on loads of lies

I thought my little sister’s dad was mine

But I kept it moving

I kept on trying but I just kept losing

More time I’ll be in my Beamer cruising

Sometimes I drop the top

Just to remind myself that I’m on top

Just to remind myself that I gotta keep it moving

(Swear down, swear down)

I kept on trying but I just kept losing

(Swear down, swear down)

More time I’ll be in my Beamer cruising

(Swear down, swear down)

Sometimes I drop the top

(Swear down)

Just to remind myself that I’m on top

(Swear down)

Just to remind myself that I gotta keep it moving

(Swear down)