I'm movin' up, I'm movin', movin' up She belongs on the surface She belongs with me I'm movin' up, I'm movin', I'm movin' up I'm movin' up, I'm movin' up, I'm movin' Good God, in the middle of May with miles down Bad bitch in Santa Ana she love the Fanta

But you heard it all I'm from the city She belongs to the city If I knew I was wastin' my time Would end up wastin' my time With all these shoulda coulda wouldas I'm in her ear one time Tryna tell her how I ride She heard it all I know she heard it all

Here is where her heart I'm here with open arms and I got her I'm here and I won't go without her This is where her heart belongs it should be here with me Wash these demons away 10 a.m. it's west side bitch She see the glasses, so obvious Run from home,