Song for ad faat paced hiphop female mordern

Verse 1

Bodega bells on a Tuesday noon

I count the change like a psalm

Concrete cracked but the block still hums

A sidewalk sermon psalm

My cousin swears the avenue talks

I listen with both my ears

Corners got a language of they own

Been speaking it seventeen years

Pre-Chorus

Borough to borough

Bridge to bridge

I move like water through the ridge

Chorus

Now move

Now move

Let the whole street groove

Now move

Now move

Ain't nothing left to prove

Now move

Now move

Whole block in the mood

Post-Chorus

Ay, ay, ay-oh

Ay, ay, ay-oh

Ay, ay, ay-oh

Skrrt, skrrt, let it go

Verse 2

Yellow cab swerving past my sneaker

Pigeons scatter like a thought

Auntie on the stoop with a paper cup

Says the rent went up a lot

I shrug and I laugh and I keep on walking

Past the laundromat and the mural

Somebody's boombox leaking out the window

Rattling my inner world

Pre-Chorus

Uptown, downtown

Side to side

I glide, I glide

Chorus

Now move

Now move

Let the whole street groove

Now move

Now move

Ain't nothing left to prove

Now move

Now move

Whole block in the mood

Post-Chorus

Ay, ay, ay-oh

Ay, ay, ay-oh

Ay, ay, ay-oh

Skrrt, skrrt, let it go

Bridge

Pace, pace, pace, I never stall

Pace, pace, pace, I never fall

Hot in the summer cold in the fall

I answer whenever the city calls

Answer whenever the city calls

Drop

Move

Move

Now move

Move

Move

Now move

Chorus

Now move

Now move

Let the whole street groove

Now move

Now move

Ain't nothing left to prove

Now move

Now move

Whole block in the mood