Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Moves That Make Me, artist - The Grouch. Album song Crusader for Justice, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.08.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Moves That Make Me |
| No one can see me, or really feel me |
| Yall can just hear me and try and be like me |
| But what you think is way off my center |
| Life makes me mad and I feel like a splinter I bounce |
| Try and find an ounce of the answers |
| Never get that though I just want my chance to be satisfied |
| What’s it gonna take? |
| Fools think I’m ungrateful cause everything looks great |
| Perfection, that’s what I strive for I won’t settle for less |
| I jump then I dive for the next best thing |
| I think its the conquest |
| Usually conquer that feeling unimpressed I never rest |
| I’m zoned in on my own flaws known as raw |
| But I hate most all I’ve ever done |
| Still I’m feelin like I’m the one |
| I get the underground thing and people are having fun |
| I’m part of that, that’s where my heart is at beating |
| Reaching you when I’m constantly seeking new angles |
| Man I take out the tangles and redirect just where the pain goes |
| I wanna paint the perfect picture |
| I wanna paint the perfect picture |
| I wanna paint the perfect picture |
| Paint the perfect picture |
| You take the high road, I’ll blaze the trail |
| Paint with my fingers and hammer with no nails |
| I want symmetry, and logical equations |
| Many precious memories from flawless days in time |
| I’m nearly 27 in my prime |
| Making good decisions and giving what’s mine |
| To be living today |
| That’s some freaky ass shit |
| I wouldn’t trade it for nothin though |
| Truly its a gift as I sift through my worries |
| I find that I’m lucky |
| Grateful God stuck me with some talent |
| I balance that together with what I’ve learned my way |
| Hoping it will take me where I need to go |
| (Hook) |
| Let me know the combo |
| Hit me with the convo |
| It takes to please all and still feel tall |
| Everybody’s talking bout everybody’s rappin |
| And everybody’s actin like they’re so fresh |
| I wanna be that man |
| You can’t say shit too except damn |
| You’re where I wanna get to and |
| If you can, help me out a little |
| Id love to man |
| Get his hand up out the middle of these thoughts of pure poetry |
| Simple abstractions, make what’s hard easy |
| Infractions, reactions to this |
| They are positive and so I move on |
| Cause I’m knowin I got a lot to live for |
| And that I can’t stand for nothing |
| Forever speakin truth over somethin that’s bumpin |
| I said I can’t stand for nothin |
| I bring the underdog into the function |
| (Hook) |
| I have dreams of painting pictures so vivid |
| They make haters go livid |
| So major these pictures they reach |
| Under the dirt to the roof they speak |
| Hope, to abide but died |
| True colors never lied they cried |
| Real stories have now turned legend |
| For every person I painted to the heavens |
| Reach down and recognize this freak sound |
| I got the power to make life grow |
| The natural formula of letters show my bright soul |
| I’m innocent, artistic and rightfully here |