MOVED ON

Oh, I′m so lost, I’m so lost, I′m so lost
Oh, I’m so lost, I’m so lost, I′m so lost

Yeah-yeah, too stuck in it, uh, too much headache, uh
Bitch, I pop that .9 bullet through your dome, fitted
We were too love-driven, how we lose that image, uh?
Bitch, I need that fire, like I′m too cold swimmin’, uh

Like I moved on, you left, I′m gone
Felt disconnect between us, thank God, my money long
Thank God, my pants, Celine, might pistol-grip that chrome
Too high, can’t see, you right, I′m wrong

Like I moved on, you left, I’m gone
Felt disconnect between us, thank God, my money long
Thank God my pants, Celine, might pistol grip that chrome
Too high, can′t see, you right, I’m wrong

Backwood guts on the bathroom counter, smoked that dope, and I cannot see
Never had no bitch that down, too many times that you walked on me
Fuck ‘round, get pape′ then leave, pop that .9, get buck, let′s see
Westside from a place like hell, from the 702 to the 323, like

I think there’s somethin′, got that feelin’ that I′ve never felt before, uh
(N-n-never felt, n-n-never felt before)
Sacrificial gettin’ to me, think I need to get some more, uh
(N-need to get some, n-n-need to get some more)

Yeah, and I know that I did somethin′ wrong (somethin’ wrong)
But I hope you see me changin’ for the better (changin′ for the better)
It′s better that we parted, bitch, you on one (you on one)
Bitch, I money spread my paper, not no letters

Like I moved on, you left, I’m gone
Felt disconnect between us, thank God, my money long
Thank God, my pants, Celine, might pistol-grip that chrome
Too high, can′t see, you right, I’m wrong

Like I moved on, you left, I′m gone
Felt disconnect between us, thank God, my money long
Thank God my pants, Celine, might pistol grip that chrome
Too high, can’t see, you right, I′m wrong

Oh, I’m so lost, I’m so lost, I′m so lost
Oh, I′m so lost, I’m so lost, I′m so lost