Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On Top , by - The Movement. Song from the album Golden, in the genre РеггиRelease date: 07.04.2016
Record label: Rootfire Cooperative
Song language: English
On Top |
| Steamin down the highway I’m a calm meditator |
| Lyric is my weapon I’m the bomb educator |
| I divvy up ideas- I’m a spark delegator |
| Droppin jaws to the floor like a shark elevator |
| While ya swimmin in another’s sea I’m currently me |
| Ya payin for yesterday- I say weren’t we free |
| I got nothin but love for a sweet reverie |
| That’s why I gather my party up in a neat repartee |
| Did ya think I fell off- Nah |
| I been at the finish line waitin for y’all to catch up |
| I said I’m on top but still I don’t stop |
| I said I already won but still I’m not done |
| Nibblin on aural nipples to titillate all the masses |
| Watchin women in painted jeans shake masterpiece asses |
| She needin to study and so she stays up and passes |
| If you see that I’m a spectacle then raise up ya glasses |
| Profligate professor- no waste for my successor |
| Success- tip of my tongue- a taste for every pleasure |
| No bath in my buillons but I baste in buried treasure |
| I lace my lap of leisure with haste in every measure |
| Pickin up pieces pardon the prime alliteration |
| Apparently people notice and perk with participation |
| But life is a puzzle- put it together with pride |
| And you’ll probably find purpose if you put your ego aside |
| I move around a lot- I stop to spit a little |
| The middle is an enigma- I shop to get a riddle |
| Not privy to wiggle- baby I sing maybe to get all |
| Excited from aural pleasure like hearing a baby giggle |
| Did ya think I fell off- Nah |
| I been at the finish line waitin for y’all to catch up |
| I said I’m on top but still I don’t stop |
| I said I already won but still I’m not done |
| I hate to see my people like a flower with the root gone |
| Drenched like they took a shower with their suit on |
| Benched- sit or you sleep- life ain’t a futon |
| Time to strap ya boots on |
| Hike a million miles a week to get ya move on |
| Party like it won’t ever peak to get ya groove on |
| Wig out with ya locks or be sleek and rock a buffon |
| Doesn’t really matter- just be- and get ya truth on |
| Dready speak the truth mon |
| Did ya think I fell off- Nah |
| I been at the finish line waitin for y’all to catch up |
| I said I’m on top but still I don’t stop |
| I said I already won but still I’m not done |