Lyrics Best Work - Moosh & Twist

Best Work

Biggest heart not as cold as mine
We be putting in overtime
Now I’m sitting in the crib all alone, all alone
And I’m writing all these verses in my phone, in my phone
And she begging me she don’t want me to go, me to go
But I’m sorry girl, I gotta hit the road, hit the road
'Cause I’m trying to do it all right now, right now
So I tell her turn the music up loud, up loud
See it’s her up in my heart but I lose it when I try
So I do it, I abuse it, I confuse it all the time
Wassup?
People tell me this my best work (best work)
Best work (best work)
Best work (best work)
I’m just hoping that my best work (best work)
Best work (best work)
Best work (best work)
Best work (best work)
Biggest heart not as cold as mine
We be putting in overtime
Can’t nobody do it like I do
We falling back, but this only my best work (best work)
Best work (best work)
Best work (best work)
Best work (best work)
Biggest heart not as cold as mine
We be putting in overtime
I was chilling in the whip all alone, all alone
And I got the music playing from my phone, from my phone
I been out here in the streets with my crew, with my crew
And to think about it, all I want is you, want is you
People saying this the best I ever did, ever did
I just do it just to get out of the crib, this the kid
So I figure I’mma give it all I got, all I got
'Til I’m posted and I’m chilling at the top from the block
Ugh!
People tell me this my best work (best work)
Best work (best work)
Best work (best work)
I’m just hoping that my best work (best work)
Best work (best work)
Best work (best work)
Best work (best work)
Biggest heart not as cold as mine
We be putting in overtime
Can’t nobody do it like I do
We falling back, but this only my best work (best work)
Best work (best work)
Best work (best work)
Best work (best work)
Biggest heart not as cold as mine
We be putting in overtime
Can’t nobody do it like I do
We falling back, but this only my best work (best work)
Best work (best work)
Best work (best work)
Best work (best work)
DeQuincy, wassup?
It’s Darrel, your cousin.
I just sent you a record… crazy!
The idea, if you like where it’s going, I’ll fully produce it.
I’ll go on and
put like, live guitar, live bass, give it that real live feel but the record
remind me of the Eminem *Stan* song.
Um, the joint where he talks about the fan
or whatever.
And I think you should then as like a story telling joint.
To say, you know, basically… 'cause everybody know about y’all since y’all
got y’all buzz.
You know what I’m saying?
And then you just make up a story
about a fan, a chick that’s chasing you or something like that, I think it’ll
be real crazy.
I’m on the treadmill, that’s why I’m breathing so heavy.
But check it out… let me know… what you think man, hit me back, peace