groovy song about graduating yay

Lyrics:

Hold up 
Don’t move too fast
It’s in the past
I’m Held up
But it won’t last
I gotta dash
You know what
I’m on the caff
And it’s a blast
I’m held up
Thank God it won’t last

Life moves too fast
Like a runner on track
That I can’t catch
No matter how fast I am
I’m just distracted
Too focused on the past tense
I’m agitated by my past actions

I play it back
In my head
Every night
What we said
What we did
Oh my

Hold up 
Don’t move too fast
It’s in the past
I’m Held up
But it won’t last
I gotta dash
You know what
I’m on the caff
And it’s a blast
I’m held up
Thank God it won’t last

Yeah I look fly in my converse
She a women of God 
So I called her up
Think gonna miss those summers
I don’t think I’d ever get enough
I ain’t been in love with a girl but I been in love with the times we had
I ain’t been in love with the world but in love with my God oh yeah
I don’t wanna move on 
I don’t wanna grow up
I just wanna hold on
They asking what’s the hold up is
You should probably move on
You should probably grow up
Get a job and move out quick 
Find a wife and have some kids

Hold up 
Don’t move too fast
It’s in the past
I’m Held up
But it won’t last
I gotta dash
You know what
I’m on the caff
And it’s a blast
I’m held up
Thank God it won’t last

don't move too fast [demo]

thoughts on the new Dominic Fike album?

Lyrics:

You keep a knife in your pants at the dance so you can fight it
Cuz the groove doesn’t bruise you’ll try to slice it and dice it 
Your tryna choose between running or dancing
Then the music comes to a stop

Who killed the DJ? 

And now the DJ’s on the floor
He can’t take anymore 
But the body’s smelling funky
Did someone say funky?

Turn on the cruise control
You gotta rock n roll
You gonna twist it and turn it if you gonna make it out

The groove is coming
Start on running
The parties dying but we can try to CPR it

It was party in space
Now go and moon walk away
You gotta moon walk away

The DJs shot 
In the head
What the heck
Who killed the DJ

who killed the dj? [demo]

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all songs are written & produced by myself/ Tonyaa

Tonyaa - live @VERSCHOBEN - Glocksee Hannover - 17/02/23

the devil

Your time is running
Starring at the grave, you stay
Or walk away from it

You accept the fate
Two dates and press a name on it

Your time is running

Guarantee of change 
And aint no one save from it

Loyalty and Age, 
possession in every way 
We dying everyday
And cuss in peoples face 
Cause hate is what we are born
Hate is what we re for 
Hate is in our veins 
And haters reign the floors

They say 
Your time is running

Slipping through the palms
Your clock is made of money 
No stopwatch, cartier dumont
Pas le temps
Embrace what you can keep up
The line crossed



The walls, the immigrants
The faults we dont face
The tribe where we descent
repeat of known ways

demands world we‘re living in 
The demand of innocence


Yall blurred
Yall lost vision, Yall unheard
Yall crosseyed going east
Yall cup-sized on a leash
Please, whos at fault? 
Standing too close to a wall
Wouldn’t see everybody duck taped
And the profits took it it all 
And brought it home

Adult life can be a pot of gold
colorblinds overload 
Some take chance, thats the scapegoat
Getting grieve looks by the ones in the raincoat
Some tied up 
Cause they spend too much, too fast, too dumb too ask, who does? Who cares? 
Unaware and Unafraid

No sunscreen, they go full shade
gambling halls on a Tuesday

Cant say that im not them
Cant blame any one then

Had two pills and swallowed them both
Had to get a cool whip
Had to get a good pose
Had to get it all home 
I Hide in Wardrobes
So that I cant see 
Im risking it all

Now im getting less close

Thats
Prophets 
worst dope

the devil

sarah

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