Moon Walker

By Chetta

On Afterlife

Released on October 30, 2020

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[Intro]

We're sorry

Damn, that's Surreal right there?

Ay, ay


[Chorus]

And my styrofoam cup on drip

I pop four or five pills off the rip

Keep on banging on my line, what the deal?

What it is, what it is, what it is?

I got all these problems, trying just to live

Keep the Glockie on me, jumpy off the hip

Big ole racks, don't give no fuck 'bout how you feel

How you feel, how you feel, fuck how you feel


[Verse 1]

What it is, I've been thuggin every summer

It get hotter than a parka in a sauna

And that dope keep jumping back like it's some rubber

Motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker

Tell the judge "ain't no wonder, I'm a stunna"

Bailed out, jumping, moon walking, road runner

Hands down, got it on lock, it's no wondеr

Hell nah, hell nah, I don't feel nothing

Yeah, causе I ain't got no life

Yeah, yeah, no I ain't got no life

Yeah, yeah, no I ain't got no life

Yeah, yeah, I ain't got, I ain't got, I ain't got


[Chorus]

And my styrofoam cup on drip

I pop four or five pills off the rip

Keep on banging on my line, what the deal?

What it is, what it is, what it is?

I got all these problems, trying just to live

Keep the Glockie on me, jumpy off the hip

Big ole racks, don't give no fuck 'bout how you feel

How you feel, how you feel, fuck how you feel


[Verse 2]

What it is, I've been booted every summer

Get it popping like a draco, I'm the drummer

I only care about my money and my commas

Motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker

Tell your honor "ain't no wonder, I'm a stunna"

Trapped out, chop a brick down like lumber

Hands out, always want something, it's no wonder

Hell nah, hell nah, I don't feel nothing

Yeah, cause I ain't got no life

Yeah, yeah, no I ain't got no life

Yeah, yeah, no I ain't got no life

Yeah, yeah, I ain't got, I ain't got, I ain't got


[Chorus]

And my styrofoam cup on drip

I pop four or five pills off the rip

Keep on banging on my line, what the deal?

What it is, what it is, what it is?

I got all these problems, trying just to live

Keep the Glockie on me, jumpy off the hip

Big ole racks, don't give no fuck 'bout how you feel

How you feel, how you feel, fuck how you feel