MOVIN' - Bluestaeb, Mick Jenkins, Arena

Yeah, uh

Moving with emotion, no force

Wavy like the ocean, of course

Who gave you the notion, I couldn’t roll on my own

Had to hop off the wave, learning to float on my own

Copped the boat on my own, verse that I wrote on my own

Just know a nigga place is low-key

No cash or bank statements on me

Good dank, I got it from the homies

No OGs

Know that they cold, live by a cold

I feel it different when, living a different way

That’s how it goes, that’s how it goes

But I know my shit is gold, yeah

I know my shit is gold

I was locked up, ate all my feelings like cheese

I was blocked up, had to start opening things

I would not touch, had to acknowledge som dreams

I could not sleep, had to be, I could not creep

Had to be Aris, Elise, I am not sheep

Shit that I carried for years finally got me

Shit that I carried for years finally got me