Move

Move, move, Dont stand in the way, I told em to move, move,
Ain’t nobody safe, when I’m in the room, move,
Somebody stop me, I’m on the groove, move,
I gotta the drive and I got the juice,
Move, Move, Move, Move, I got the drive and I got the juice,
Move, Move, Move, Move, I got the drive and I got the juice,
Move out my way, I’m full speed,
For the life I crave,
No team, could affect, my pace,
See the steam, coming off my face,
You and yours, this is your not place,
I told them boys, do not try no games,
I got places to be, now move out my way, say woah,
We live for this moment, crown me a champion
The King of the dojo,
Best in the business, ain’t nobody closer,
We all for the team,
Yeah ain’t nobody solo,
We all in the lead,
And we still in composure,
Crowd gonna chant, If we bringing it home,
The trophy is ours,
The moment of gold, go truth,

We Up

This ain’t a game
I came with gang
Look how we run it
The hustle and pain is just not the same
I came from the gutter
Whole team limitless
Never settle we above
Whole crowd showing love
Overcame when they couldn’t believe
Heart sweat tears blood on the leaves
Opposition they ain’t want with me
Competition it ain’t nothing for me
Everybody on the line
Tryna see how much tally for the grind
They ain’t never wasting time
'Cause verything is on the line
Yeah we bout blow
I beg your pardon this ain’t for fame
I sound like EA, all in the game
I was bread from the top of the grain
Ice veins in my blood ain’t the same
David Copperfield, I was in the field
When they disappear
Had to keep it real
Cause we, up
We on the up
Team going up
We run it up
We on the - up, up, up, up
We on the - up, up, up, up
We on the up
Team going up
We run it up
We on the - up, up, up, up
We on the - up, up, up, up
All we know is win, win, win, win
My whole team look like a army we go in, in, in
They keep doubting what we bout
Switch plays and then we Audi the route
Y’all lames wanna do it for clout
Making plays when I’m in and I’m out
Sick days what you talking about?
We don’t take days off
Take plays off
Hall of Fame with my name drawn
Put my city and my gang on
See these trophies that I hang on
That’s why I'm the King of the Hill
Buffalos running up with the bills
Cold world like I rap from the ville
I need confetti to fall from the bleachers
I need announcements to come from the speakers
I need my rings like Kobe and Lisa
Cause we, up
We on the up
Team going up
We run it up
We on the - up, up, up
We on the - up, up, up
We on the up
Team going up
We run it up
Team going up - up, up, up
We on the - up, up, up
We on the - up, up, up

ES:

Mira como se deja llevar por el ritmo hacia la pista (oye)
Mira como se mueve esa dama, ella parece una artista

You make me feel so good tan solo al verla
La mayoría moriría por conocerla
Yo solo quiero un ratito tenerla
Mueve tu cintura mami, que estas prendía' en candela

Mira como se deja llevar por el ritmo hacia la pista
(como modelo de revista)
Mira como se mueve esa dama ya parece una artista

Me tiene justo donde quiere
Ya no pienso en otras mujeres
Pierdo el control cuando se mueve
Y te juro que de aquí no me voy
Hasta que conmigo la lleve

Yeah, she gets carried away by the rhythm
Ella se mueve como chica del caribe
No hay hombre en el party que no la mire
No hay hombre en la disco que no suspire
Mirala como se apodera de la pista
Todo lo que ella quiere conquista
Chica lista, i want to dance with you, sin prisa
Like in a movie, tu eres una artista

Siento que me falta el aliento cuando veo,
Que tu te sube'a la pista
Siento que me falta el aliento cuando veo,
Que tu te sube'a la pista

Mira como se deja llevar por el ritmo hacia la pista (oye)
Mira como se mueve esa dama, ella parece una artista

You make me feel so good, tan solo al verla
La mayoría moriría por conocerla
Yo solo quiero un ratito tenerla
Mueve tu cintura mami, que estas predía' en candela

Mira como se deja llevar por el ritmo hacia la pista
(como modelo de revista)
Mira como se mueve esa dama ya parece una artista

Siento que me falta el aliento cuando veo,
Que tu te sube'a la pista
Siento que me falta el aliento cuando veo,
Que tu te sube'a la pista

Mirala, como se mueve en la pista
Mirala como modelo de revista
Mirala, como se mueve en la pista
(Ella actúa baila y canta como si fuera artista)
Mirala, como se mueve en la pista
Mirala como modelo de revista
(De toditos mis sueños ella es la protagonista)
Mirala, como se mueve en la pista
(Y aunque quiera ya no puedo perderla de vista)

Mira como se deja llevar por el ritmo a la pista
Mira como se mueve esa dama ya parece una artista...



EN:

Look how she lets the rhythm take her to the dance floor (hey).
Look how that lady moves, she looks like an artist

You make me feel so good just looking at her
Most people would die to meet her
I just wanna have her for a little while
Move your waist mami, you're on fire

Look how she lets the rhythm take her to the dance floor
(like a magazine model)
Look how that lady moves she looks like an artist

She's got me right where she wants me
I don't think about other women anymore
I lose control when she moves
And I swear I'm not leaving this place
Till I take her with me

Yeah, she gets carried away by the rhythm
She moves like a Caribbean girl
There ain't a man at the party that won't look at her
There ain't a man in the disco that don't sigh
Watch her as she takes over the dance floor
All she wants to conquer
Smart girl, i want to dance with you, no hurry
Like in a movie, you're an artist

I feel short of breath when I see
That you get on the dance floor
I feel short of breath when I see
That you get on the dance floor

Look how she lets the rhythm take her to the dance floor (hey)
Look how that lady moves, she looks like an artist

You make me feel so good, just to look at her
Most people would die to meet her
I just wanna have her for a little while
Move your waist mommy, you're on fire, you're on fire

Look how she lets the rhythm take her to the runway
(like a magazine model)
Look how that lady moves she already looks like an artist

I feel short of breath when I see
That you get on the dance floor
I feel like I'm out of breath when I see,
That you get on the dance floor

Look at her, how she moves on the dance floor
Look at her like a magazine model
Look at her, how she moves on the dance floor
(She acts, dances and sings as if she were an artist)
Look at her, how she moves on the dance floor
Look at her as a magazine model
(Of all my dreams she is the protagonist)
Look at her, how she moves on the dance floor
(And even if I want to I can't let her out of my sight)

Look how she lets the rhythm take her to the dance floor
Look how that lady moves, she looks like an artist

I am a soul for sale
Walking inside a maze I am a hidden trail

Lost in myself for days It’s not the life I choose

This is the straw I drew

It’s not the game I play

This is the price I pay

I’m sorry I’m sorry

For what I’ve done I’m sorry I’m sorry

For what I’ve done

Plans I had all fall through

The moment that I saw you

Here we go round again

Swept up in your whirlwind

This is the final stand

Beating me down again

All my defences fail

Everything fades away

I’m sorry I’m sorry

For what I’ve done

I’m sorry I’m sorry

For what I’ve done

Let it out of my head and be free Cause I’m stronger than ever Leaving all of my doubts I’ll be free Cause I’m stronger than ever
Breathe in breathe out I’m stronger now Let the light in I’m stronger i’m stronger
Let it out of my head and be free Cause I’m stronger than ever Leaving all of my doubts I’ll be free Cause I’m stronger than ever
Let it out of my head and be free Cause I’m stronger than ever Leaving all of my doubts I’ll be free Cause I’m stronger than ever

Winter morningI’m seducted by the dewBird song callingAs the sun comes into view
Over woodlandJust across the foggy plain
I hear laughter
In those trees my heart will stay

Mmmm
Summer daydreamsLost in undulating shores
Water ripples
Bodies crippled to the core
Gentle sea breeze
All our troubles flew away
Water held me
In that sea my heart will stay
Oooo
Birds are calling
Trees are rustling in the breezeI get lost in
Picture postcard memories.

Pitched Onomatopoeia