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Moving On
Hip-Hop/Rap
Moving On wurde am 3. Juli 2026 von vaccine als Teil des Albums Twin Shit Plus veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum3. Juli 2026
Labelvaccine
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrey Raskhodov
Andrey Raskhodov
Composer
Ivan Panfilov
Ivan Panfilov
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
vokriy
vokriy
Producer
PsalmE
PsalmE
Producer

Songtexte

Forgot about you a week ago
Ready as fuck to get to moving on
No more pictures on her wall, no more
Did not delete chats, that be a part of love
Ready as fuck to get to moving on
There's nobody to tell me how strange I look
There's nobody to wipe off my blood
Nobody wants already to blow my shit off
Nobody now is begging new Comme des Garçons
What the fuck am I saying, yeah, what's going on?
Wasn't I moving on?
Okay
I think I'm ready to go
Can you
Can you keep my clothes?
Say that
Say that you ready to go
We should keep moving on
Fuck the bitches I have blocked
Keep my hair blonde for fun
You ain't my brother, you my son
Would you kill me for a fund?
Fuck that, we ain't gonna see tomorrow end
I dunno why I'm so afraid
Can you hide your motherfuckin blade
I forgot insides of my head
Spent around twenty dollars, k
My bitch be around dem pussy, she gay
My bitch white as fuck she say "I beg"
She so lapring hard, LV on her neck
She say "Josh, where you finna go?"
She say "Josh, where you f-"
I don't really know, yeah, Ion know
I don't really know, yeah, Ion know
I don't really know, yeah, Ion know
She takes my money
She takes my bitches
I gotta go
Towards my digits
I gotta go
Fuck out of trenches
I gotta go
Straight out of clenches
I gotta go
Stay out of business
Fuck you all on?
I got my passions
You cannot change
But I have changed
If I'm alone
Then nothing changed
Yeah, I think I'ma blessed
I still got my shit
I still got my thoughts
I still can be me
I still can be me
Forgot about you a week ago
Ready as fuck to get to moving on
No more pictures on her wall, no more
Did not delete chats, that be a part of love
Ready as fuck to get to moving on
There's nobody to tell me how strange I look
There's nobody to wipe off my blood
Nobody wants already to blow my shit off
Nobody now is begging new Comme des Garçons
What the fuck am I saying, yeah, what's going on?
Wasn't I moving on?
Written by: Andrey Raskhodov, Ivan Panfilov
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