burned wit Was just a tease never to be released This makes you wonder and wander over yonder And ponder if you'll ever find out [Chorus] What drives
the shit that we doing Soon you?ll find yourself under their influence You don?t wanna push me past the edge You don?t wanna cross the line till last
phase him Bullhorns off, holidays given House notes, nine to five prison He yells at the news, sayin', "There'd be a movement If the new generation was a little more driven
this ain't no club hit This is a motherfucking stick-up Quick, everybody down As we proceed to give you what you need As we proceed And now the drive
you care? Another token tantrum to cover up the fear. What did you know? What did you care? Another institution, another cross to bear. What did you
Hums of conversation Lip glows One leg crossed Driven back into this corner It is the same when I leave As when I come On a higher or lower frequency
yall to picture this The way I keep reein? up, servin? and flippin? this Dot the I?s cross the T?s meticulous The coldest winter ever and I?m so icicle-ish The movement
he gave me It's so cold here deep beneath the lapping water... The water The water My love Head against his shoulder, 'cross
Body lies on the floor Very sick complexion Movements drive your lips No more words and no more breath I can feel my tears Running on my cheeks I can
messed up Let us outta ya hood, we got the windows down and when we finna cruise We tryna glorify the Lord with what we listen to (OK) we bump dat Cross Movement
So, let me get this story straight, this was just a chance you had to take. Did I even cross your mind? This'll be the last time you cross mine. We were
Hums of conversation Lip goes One leg crossed Driven back into this corner Is it the same when I leave As when I come On a higher or lower frequency
know? What did you care? Another token tantrum to cover up the fear. What did you know? What did you care? Another institution, another cross to bear
1st verse) I can see the sunset stripping your eye, I'll drive it down. I'll be the sunday morning to cross, when you wake. (prelude) I see movement
I cling to the cross who?s the lord and the king You think I?m crazy, they think I?m crazy I?ve test drived it baby, it rides amazing Still skating
The way I keep rein' up, servin' and flippin' this Dot the I's, cross the T's, meticulous The coldest Winter ever and I'm so icicle-ish The movement is
on there?s a chance that I might not belong/ They got it wrong behind the rabid barks for justice/ Where you can support the cause from where the movement
