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Move Your Body

Vocals: Melissa Hollick

He's lying on the couch, watching TV
Or (you’ll) find him playing games on the PC
I try and get him up, take a walk outside
But he'll say it's too hot and now he’s tired

Move your body, get off the couch
Stop being lazy, let's go out
Let's get moving, come on my dear
I promise we won't run out of beer

(He’s) Nodding his head, but not really there,
I’m making faces to an empty stare
He sure ain’t listening, nothing new,
I’ll just keep talking, it’s what I do.

Move your body, get off the couch
Stop being lazy, let's go out
Let's get moving, come on my dear
I promise we won't run out of beer

Let me grab some popcorn and join him in his daze
Who needs a life when you can waste your days away

Tryin’ to get him to do something, anything at all
He sits over there from Winter til Fall
I’m a lucky woman, with a man so inert
In his commitment to leisure, he's quite the expert…

Move your body, get off the couch
Stop being lazy, let's go out
Let's get moving, come on my dear
I promise we won't run out of beer

Move Your Body

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Lil Uzi Tone

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Stephen Einstein

"Tuscany My Love" is a declaration of love to Tuscany.

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Gotham To Atlanta

Every day on the grind
Loosing my home
On sight I got no other bae with me
I think I wanna cry and die in this  city Rome
Only enemies in my head
I cannot even to your shit
Bad
Bad bitch on a trick track
You want to flip and flip my head
But you can’t
Because you weren’t there when I was alone
Jailing Mayors with my microphone
Hacking motherfuckers on my road back home
Asshole
Asshole what the fuck you want now
You wanna f with me
You cannot even f with my little homies
in the desert of the sixxx
666
Dead
Gyahli, give me a head
And then there
back wherever you came from
I don’t even know your name
To my head you only spin like
To my head you only spin like
To my head you only spin like chick chick chick
This the name bae
Because you weren’t there for your hood bae
Or for your own religion
I think I’m gonna die you
with all those that wanna come against me
Or my group
Against the hood
Fedayn on the ride
Stupid motherfucker I think you really gotta die tonight, yeah
What do you want
And what do you want to do
And then
Where do you want to go
What are you going to do now?
Bitch
Do you want to fuck with me?
With the police
And with the crips and the bloods
And then what else?
I’ve got no other verse in my head
Stupid chick
You’re gay Ghali, uh
Do you want to suck some dick?
This is the new shit
This is my fucking refrain in the head
Like a chorus
Like a choir
Like a last verse
A last final sutra for my boyz
A new book for the Uniting
And you ain’t there mae
Stupid chick, you gay Ghali uh
You want to suck some dick
Stupid chick, you’re gay 
You want to suck some
Biatch 
You want to fuck
Bitch
Stupid chick you’re gay, Ghali
Bitch
Bitch bitch
You’re gay Ghali

written by dario garofalo
produced by raspo
mastered by crackhead
vocal mixing by crackhead

2024 reap3r records la california

Move Your Body

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