Something - Lucille Crew

Hey I’m moving to the front line

Gonna try to make it work

All I needed was for you to be mine

I guess it wasn’t worth

All your lies were so damn convincing that you even fooled yourself

Guess it’s time for me to keep on moving

Let you lie to someone else

Hey I’m moving to the fast lane

I gotta make it home

Gotta get myself away from this game

Gotta save my soul

Should I ignore or should I try to listen to the voices in my head

Feels like drowning in endless ocean made of all the tears I’ve shed

I’m moving up the real life

Gonna see if I can just get something

I’m tired of living in strife

Gotta know if I can just get something

Get something, just one thing, get something, worry about nothing at all

Get something, just one thing, get something, worry about nothing at all

Hey I’m moving to the front line

Gonna try to make it work

All I needed was for you to be mine

I guess it wasn’t worth

All your lies were so damn convincing that you even fooled yourself

Guess it’s time for me to keep on moving

Let you lie to someone else

Well, She strobe-light, heavy on the octane

The propane on twerk, It’s gonna work like

Rich Porter, Sidney Poitier’s Passport, escort

Yeah, She all fast lane sport

Since the war report loud got my zone warped

Dope boys cooking raw at ya concert

Front line on merc same crooks new dirt

Same pain love and hurt let me slide first

Never been gas heavy on the ether

Pipe the same blast exotic on the speaker

If it’s cash here, It’s class warfare

Cause they after the cashier colors clash here, Yeah

I’m moving up the real life

Gonna see if I can just get something

I’m tired of living in strife

Gotta know if I can just get something

Get something, just one thing, get something, worry about nothing at all

Get something, just one thing, get something, worry about nothing at all