Movement chords by Doov

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Verse 1
Em 
Am 
And we steady movin',
Em 
we steady movin', yeah, yeah
And we steady movin',
Am 
Em 
we steady movin', yeah, yeah
I wanted to slam on the brakes,
Am 
I   wanted to drive off the road
Em 
I   wanted to slam on the brakes,
Am 
C 
but all I could do  was fast forward
Em 
I   wanted to slam on the brakes,
Am 
I   wanted to drive off the road
Em 
I wanted to slam on the brakes,
B 
but all I could do was fast forward
Em 
This is not a mixtape,
it's a motion picture
Bm 
Picture me up in  the whip,
the windows down,
smoking swishers
Em 
Scheming with my team
cause we be tired of
the slowest thriller
Bm 
Cruising Route 18
and I be dreaming of a ocean villa
Em 
I pull up to Ellie's crib,
Stelly's whip parked out front
Bm 
He lived all alone in an empty crib
a couple months
Em 
That's the home trail,
picked him up at 3AM in Cuffs
Bm 
Same place and stayed at
when he was on the run
Em 
So I spent days in that driveway
balling up
Bm 
Anybody talking shit,
call him up, call his bluff
Em 
We would go and settle it,
keep it clean, haul it up
Bm 
First lick I ever hit,
that's where we had thought it up
Em 
Then his mama had to move out,
that's from Thomas Cup
Bm 
I was there when Ellie left the crib,
help him pack it up
Em 
Deeper than blood, it's the dirt
so you know it's up
Bm 
Walls like skin that you shed
but it hurts when you give it up
Em 
Bm 
Man, walls like skin that you shed
B 
but it hurts when you give it up
Em 
I   wanted to slam on the brakes,
Am 
I   wanted to drive off the road
Em 
I wanted to slam on the brakes,
Am 
but all I could do  was fast forward
Em 
I   wanted to slam on the brakes,
Am 
I   wanted to drive off the road
Em 
I wanted to slim on the brakes,
Am 
B 
but all I could do was fast forward
Em 
Sub urban rap mascot,
Bm 
picket fence, crack rocks,
duve white tank top
Mama based from backdrop,
Em 
button and screw padlock
Cousin on his laptop,
Bm 
showin' us a video of bitches
gettin' mad top
Em 
That was like third grade,
we're here movin', we vag
Bm 
But we would do the moves
to Undertaker and Batista hat
Em 
Till we needed first aid,
cause neither would agree to tap
Bm 
And ain't shit changed,
I think we both agreed to that
Em 
Used to spend the night
and we would leave through
the window out
Bm 
Had some bitches pick us up
and they would bring the endo out
Em 
Handed us some 30,
we just sipped it like
we've been around
Bm 
And waited till his momma
left for work
and went back in the house
Em 
Sat in his crib without him,
tryna raise his bail up
Bm 
When we order shipments,
that's where I would pick the mail up
Em 
When the cops came,
that's exactly where they tailed us
Bm 
Then they brought it up
and tore it down and put
Em 
the 4 sail up
Bm 
Damn, then they brought it up
B 
and tore it down and put the 4 sail up
Em 
I   wanted to slam on the brakes,
Am 
I   wanted to drive off the road
Em 
I wanted to slam on the brakes,
Am 
but all I could do  was fast forward
Em 
I   wanted to slam on the brakes,
Am 
I   wanted to drive off the road
Em 
I wanted to slam on the brakes,
but all I could
I opened doors into broken homes
with a spoken poem
Em 
Bm 
Local zones that we used to roam
Em 
like we used to own
Weird to think that we think
we known but really don't
Windows closed and ghosts
Em 
to show me where I've grown
Wouldn't be me without every
weekend of Eric's crib
Bm 
In that basement did everything,
Em 
PlayStation and watching the
page change
In the pants of the Grams waiting bag,
Bm 
bitches I thought was bad on the couch
Em 
Rolling up raps, telling me  I should rap
Bm 
and I make them deck when they ask
B 
Act like I didn't want it
Bm 
and go show what I had
Em 
Watch how they react
Tryna impress the older kids
Bm 
Dab me up and we smoke a bit
Em 
I just hope that they notice
Then get high until I'm
crashin'
Bm 
New Year's parties feel
like Nick Carraway
But ratchet in Eric's room
with a girl on the floor
Em 
He  had a girl on the mattress
in school the next week
Am 
A 
Like, you ain't know I was mad at him
Em 
Like, shit, I ain't been there in a minute
His momma still livin' in it
Bm 
Between bills and slow business
He says she could barely keep it
If that golden soul does every week
Bm 
In a black hole that's deepin'
Em 
As every floorboard cracks and seeps
In a front door that is nowhere leadin'
The faux emotion is so misleading
Why every step feel my soul retreating
Bm 
As every floorboard cracks and seeps
And a front door that is nowhere leading
The forward motion is so misleading
Why every step feel my soul retreating
As every floorboard cracks and seeps
And a front door that is nowhere leading
The forward motion is so misleading
Why every step feel my soul retreating