Gotta keep it movin', gotta keep that on the low

I got some burdens on me and it's too hard to let go

Too much shit I gotta carry, and it put a toll

But I've been going crazy lately, I've been on a roll

I got some punches to my gut, I had to face it though

Opportunities, in front of me, I cannot fold

The windy chilly, no wonder 'cause you know that I'm cold

I said some thing one time then somebody repeat it like an echo

I gotta learn to let go

I wish I could join y'all but I got tangles

My, responsibilities, got me fucked

I wish I could get out this rut

Oh you wanna get out the rut my boy?

Ain't you tough, 'cause you fucked, with the bitch, you had

Enough

I knew you would

I told you bruh, I knew you would

'Cause you couldn't handle her, okay

She's not your type, boy, like Pamela Angela

You had to be scared of her

I knew you couldn't handle her

(I can't hold on)

(Any longer)

(Come back)

Gotta keep it movin', gotta keep that on the low

Got some burdens on me and it's too hard to let go

Too much shit I gotta carry, and it put a toll

But I've been going crazy lately, I've been on a roll

I got some punches to my gut, I had to face it though

Opportunities, in front of me, I cannot fold

The windy chilly, no wonder 'cause you know that I'm cold

I said some thing one time then somebody repeat it like an echo

(o~o~o~o)