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feel distant
I pray that one day we could all burn bridges
Cause I been on the side line, watching time pass by
Wonder if the time is moving different

business
Niggas be fake as blue face Benjis with no ridges
I just cut you off cuz I ain't into burning bridges
Might be money on that side I double back

Numbers hitting, this ain't soccer, we can't kick it
Flow got ridges, im too viscous
Cream sitting, window tinted 
Got it on me when I whip it
Crooked smile

Sometimes I can feel it move
Like intrinsic synchronicity.
across the ridges of my skin
Nooks and crannies
Like a mirror, staring back at me.

I

the weekend
Going crazy, bitch I'm Chris Breezin'
Promise that we moving like a legion
When Jersey going up niggas'll know that I'm the reason
I'm up on my

From the dawn to the dusk
Of a long hot summer night
We rode together
Side by side
And bike by bike

In the shadow of the Blue Ridge
And in

the street i was moving like i'm a maestro
Give you all an expo
It's time to let the best show
Girl if you in my arms i swear i'll be your protector baby

(Joe!)
He's never coming home
He's moving very slow (Joe!)
He's trudging through the snow
Marie is a maid
Who works on the coast
She's never seen a winter

My city my town I know my place
Ask me if I'm finished, y'all know I ain't
I just keep moving but I stay in my lane
I don't gotta fake it (No)
No no

shattered fortress
I am moving on ... moving on
Times are a changing, so am I
I stop defending the gates to my mind
Look, now I am standing here
On the top

Moving and grooving on with my day          
When a riptide came & swept it all away
Taking me right out far past the ridge
To that spot right under

is missing
It's goin'
All the lights keep glowing
Tuned in, feeling my focus
Moving in a room full of vultures
Who is doomed? the crew broom through

correct you're moving wet
You're a sket, sell MD I call it peck (pricey!)

Clock in, on the ball like Petr Cech
My team Jurgen Klopp's, you're a tool in

Ridin' in the Sky

Michael Johnson

The Michael Johnson Album

1978

to touch the ground
Somehow mother nature's 
Gonna bring you back down

Sky surfer, ridge rider, 
Latest thing to try
Don't give a damn for 
Our

a Rolie

Trap niggas tryna put a baby in her

All them niggas love her cause some crazy in her 

Cutler ridge bitch but she Boujie now

Buddy fell in love

of the pen
Throw a fifth into the garbage with this lighter ima flick
An imposter
Momma tried to tell me what it was
Dipped my britches in the ridge of getting

This is my city and ya buzzos are buggin 

I'm moving right up and I can't be more prouuud 
Hearing my voice and loving the sound 
Rapping on stage

untenable
There’s talk of moving out
It’s not quite clear how we got here
Maybe it did us in
I know it put you out
But working on this house has taught me
If

live but don't see all the hurt
Don't see all the blurbs to yo story nor all yo work
As yo mental get destructive you rush inside of a ridge 
And yo

Call me Moses, I flooded ridge with my fucking hands
They don’t even know this
But lowkey they already my fans (Skidridge)
Making beats Home Alone,

of bacon 
I'm taking my time 
Don't see me that often 
I'm always moving 
But she keeps holding me down 
And that's really what I need 
Don't got time to be

bolts past his eyes
The silver scales of a fish reflecting the sunlight

He takes a deep breath and looks around
Everything is still yet somehow moving

Never seraph spread a pinion
     over fabric half so fair.
     Wanderers in that happy valley
     through two luminous windows saw
     spirits moving

I've been jamming gears and wondering what went wrong

And then I turned on my radio and I heard a country song

And it kinda keeps me moving, helps me