We still movin' bass And we still movin' bass And we still movin' See them plaques on a nigga wall Got them records jumpin' off the store Copper tried to knock us off Haters throwin' shots through a niggas door The pop wars, temp rises, a hot boy It's

Sometimes I can't believe it I'm movin' past the feeling I'm movin' past the feeling again Meant nothin' at all We're still screamin' In the suburbs I I learned to drive And you told me we'd never survive Grab your mother's keys we're leavin'

Maybe share a drink and talk awhile And reminisce about the days when we were still together And I will meet you there Some time in the future we can share our stories When we won't care about all of our mistakes Our failures, and our glories I’ll keep