Lyrics Move On - Remi, Sensible J, Lorry

Move On

Darling, I see that you’re torn up
Love you got and love that you want off
This extra-terrestrial author
(That's me, yeah, yeah, that’s me)
I could kick in the door, wavin' the pork sword, yo
Notorious for breakin' up homes, but
This time I won’t, because I’m on tour, love
(That's me, yeah, yeah, that’s me)
And you know this, I gave you the «Oh, shit»
Three months ago at your home in Europe
Since then, you got a man to hold you closer
Late night like Conan, but I’m back in Europe
And you hit me up like
I heard you’re playing out here
Me and my friends, we wanna come hang out with
Got some weed and some cocaine and I know
You’re in love with the coco like iced tea, yeah
And we may have sex and that’s dangerous
Soak my man, then know he ain’t comin'
Oh, darling that sounds great
But I’m only here for a day, babe
Then it’s back to Australia
Love from long distance is bound for failure
So, free fuck is bound to derail ya
If you love him, then stay with him, lady
Hey, let me break it down one time for you
We gotta cut the sex
So you’re gonna be sending me texts crying with regret
And we don’t need that, nah-uh
And you can see that, uh-uh
Look, I’m only here for twenty-four
Then it’s passport, airborne in a 747
So let me move on
Move on
Darling, I see that you’re falling
For the idea of me and you courting
Are you drunk off Captain Morgan?
(That's you, yeah, yeah, that’s you)
Reckless, unavailable, awkward
It’s safe to say that, girl, I am all them
Besides, you’re a grown-up, career’s corporate
(That's you, yeah, yeah, that’s you)
And you worked hard to get it, you are a star
And that’s all gonna change if I move in your apartment
Bad influence, what I got my Masters in
Top of the class, ain’t it?
Because a bastard is what I is
And I know you don’t care
You need the connection we got, it’s so rare
But you live in Switzerland, I live with with my parents
On the south-east of Melbourne, my dear, like dial-up
And then that break-up will happen
But, why it even when our Wi-Fi is unclear, you
No one will wait twelve months of the year
And we’re both still figuring out what life is
So it’s something we can’t do
But maybe, I’ll see you next lifetime, Erykah Badu
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Let me break it down one time for you
We gotta cut the sex
So you’re gonna be sending me texts crying with regret
And we don’t need that, nah-uh
And you can see that, uh-uh
Look, I’m only here for twenty-four
Then it’s passport, airborne in a 747
So let me move on
Move on