'm losing you The ideals still here to be true I feel I'm losing you We could work and we could try I feel I'm losing you Unable to feel unity To me
Tradução: El Movimiento. Losing You.
Moving things weh you not supposed to move Watch your move and where you moving to Who you move with, you move with you crew Move some fool from up off
ground* These niggaz is still fuckin talkin? You nigga still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight Aight, it's the Raid on you All day You punk mutha-fuckas
they pre-concieved notions At least thats what the homies told me [Chorus:] The celebration, the movement Man we young and confused But to ambitius to lose it You
with our FLIPMODE MOVEMENT - bounce in your truck to us Y'ALL GET STUPID - don't try to fuck with us Because you will get carried away, yeah you'll get
sit and take a look at how we grew so much my niggas 1, 2 All the things I do, you know I will hold my flags for you my niggas {verse 1} now, this how
into fire On to nothing and nothing to lose They gather, groaning to the souls Of the grinding winds of Arkhangelsk In the world what movement in The
spirit and you'll be blinded, the end is always the same Play with fire, you burn your fingers and lose your hold of the flame You've nothing to say
sun You dare tell me you love me But you held me down and screamed you wanted me to die Honey you know, you know I'd never hurt you that way You're just
sun You dare tell me you love me But you held me down and screamed you wanted me to die Honey you know, you know I'd never hurt you that way You're
can you hear me when I shout Arrest me cause I like to play my music really loud My people sick of hearing you and now it's time to turn you down My rep
you listen to fools, the mob rules You've nothing to say, oh they're breaking away If you listen to fools Break the circle and stop the movement, the
at you Then ask what the fuck you goin' do, test the mic on your gun Lose your life and your ones, I don't give a fuck where you from Niggas run when
: Forged in the black country Under blood red skies We all had our dream to realise Driving in that transit Down to Holy Joe's Used to lose our head
If you listen to fools... The Mob Rules You've nothing to say Oh, They're breaking away If you listen to fools... Break the circle and stop the movement
sort of like the conclusion to "Color Purple" Niggas is losing, confusion, with one time all pursuit moves in Grabbing niggas up in this movement to