4th Avenue Jones - Move On lyrics

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4th Avenue Jones - Move On lyrics

[Verse 1: Tena Jones] I'm getting tired of games Put up with you a year and a half And you still ain't changed So I'm out the door Why you acting like I'm saying something I ain't never said before When I block my phone, go on! Don't be looking for me at my mama's Leave me alone I'm sick of you And all of this drama you putting me through [Hook: Tena Jones] If he really wanna be with me We can start a family If not then brother, move on Move on, just go away (go away) 'Cause I ain't got time to play Working nine to five all day Know what? You can move on, just move on Don't be coming with no drama, don't be coming with that Don't be coming with no drama, can't be coming with that Don't be coming with no drama, don't be coming with that Move on, keep moving on [Verse 2: Tena Jones] (I don't play) I can't believe you got me feeling this way (Like Whitney) Brother, it's not alright, but yeah, it's okay (Any day) Now I be leaving out, I'm moving away Don't talk about it, prove it to me to stay I had to pray when I was hoping to get back with you too But you ain't ready, on the regular, be acting a fool Like confetti in the wind, went wherever you blew But now I'm tired and too old pretend That's why I'm through [Ahmad] You don't understand that I bust on line for line And on fam, impeccable timing Rappers in front of me shining Trying to catch them from behind and It's true, no man's an island So I'm through clubbing and wilding No running from commitment Trying to do four minute mile and Now with you I'm always smiling Because I love a challenge You gray, girl, let me smother you with color from my palette You say I'm tripping, be thinking I'm talking smack But if I walk out the door baby I won't come back How many times I done put up with your whining huh? Girl if you don't appreciate me I'ma find someone Ahmad is real with it, you know I ain't trying to play You feeling me, all my homies say [Hook] [Verse 4: Jabu] Your mama looking at me like {s**s teeth} "What my daughter see in this dreadlock having..." Always have me like I'm being frisked Bought me a new car, you bang the keys like a pianist Your mama say she hate it Then why she always be in it? Plushy in my BM, why I dress this way Had to tell her Jab rocks like "I'm Shante" Plus, I love your daughter, I treat her like she Nefertiti Man she never needy And she ain't ask me what I bought her Kinda homey cause her moms was lonely when Pops jetted The only thing I'm leaving is "podiums hot," get it? So hold tight, no time for pressure, play the zone I'm sure you know I love you, but I heard you on the phone You said [Hook]