Moving-Bugzy Malone

It comes a point in life when you gotta learn to keep it moving And what I mean about that is, you can't look at a problem You gotta look through a problem You see the minute you stop, you're dying And the minute you understand that Well, then you can start to live Nobody's doing this for me Not even behind closed doors Nobody's stopping this army Because that's gonna start wars I hear they wanna know my story But they don't wanna know yours That's 'cause I made music to make me feel good Not to go on tours But I hear that my tours just been booked And I'm gonna make dough I've never had money in the bank Now I'm looking at a screen just watching it grow Along with my confidence 'Cause these days I walk with a toxic glow I remember the days When I couldn't come out my house 'cause I felt so low But wait, I was sitting on the 142 Or was it the 143? Looking at my Sony Ericsson walkman phone Nobody rang me Then I look at my Nokia 'Cause you know they say I make money on the streets But when you're in a bad place you don't wanna show face And you don't wanna make P So I just make music Ask Ali Kareem I was a studio freak I fell asleep on the sofa And I drifted into the deepest sleep I dreamed that I was in solitary confinement And I was back in Stoke Heath That's where I met failure And it's also where I nearly left my dreams But I kept it moving I kept on trying but I just kept losing More time I'll be in my Beamer cruising Sometimes I drop the top Just to remind myself that I'm on top Just to remind myself that I gotta keep it moving (Swear down, swear down) I kept on trying but I just kept losing (Swear down, swear down) More time I'll be in my Beamer cruising (Swear down, swear down) Sometimes I drop the top (Swear down) Just to remind myself that I'm on top (Swear down) Just to remind myself that I gotta keep it moving (Swear down) Swear down It's like man wanna see me slow down Its like they wanna see my break down Like an old Vauxhall with a rattling sound But there's no way that I'm gonna turn round More to the point do they think I'm a clown? Do they think that I made all of this money on the road To keep walking round my hometown? As if I don't wanna see the rest of the world As if I wanna see my brother get killed As if I didn't keep couple of toasters around me Just in case some asked to get grilled I think they forget that I come from a place so bad That people rarely escape And the way that I broke the mould I swear I'm like Superman with no cape You're looking at a walking legend And that's mad 'cause they just don't know it yet I saw my mum breakdown through owing debt 'Til the point that my head was going west But when I seen my uncle drop the top on that Beamer I was so impressed That I hit the road with no regrets And I, had to do loads of CS 'Cause I was a persistent young offender I hit the road on my own agenda Nobody could tell me what to do 'Cause if I got grounded, I'd jump out the window Heard that my dad could ride a Ninja So I started riding I was brought up on loads of lies I thought my little sister's dad was mine