I got the shotgun blues Shotgun blues I said I don't know what I did But I know I gotta move I got too much here to lose I can't wait here forever An now you're blowin' smoke I think you're one big joke

Love is a contact sport You You gotta move in time If you you want to do it right You You gotta act untamed If you you want to play the game So grab my hand, SLAM! It's so perplexing Why you you fight it won't you you try it

I know you you don't even love the same, do you, do you? The way you you move it's like you you could use a vacation Drinking Hen' and the harder you you dance I swear right now it look like you you on a vacation Gotta get away, make it happen Whatever happened just had to

I gotta get home there's a garden to tend There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic Whistling static When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again Well I can't believe that my lime tree is dead I

Ain’t gotta wait to make no moves cause I be loaded While you you out here drinkin' 40s, I just tote it Still that same nigga in a foreign, but it’s stolen I’m doin' fraud, got that bag, yeah I’m transportin' I got that bag on me nigga, like I’m Jansportin'

Not like you you hold me, hold me Baby, every time I love you you In and out of my life, in out baby Tell me, if you you really love me So baby, love never felt so good Let me see you you move, come on Gotta fly, gotta see, can't believe Let me see you you move

Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it I don't take back what I say, if I said it then I

'Cause this time I'm right to move on and on, far away from here Fallen into this place, just giving you you a small taste of your afterlife here so stay, you'll be back here soon anyway I don't belong here, I gotta move on dear escape from this afterlife

Into the city where it all began You You gotta move, you gotta move Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma Time you you gotta move When you, you gonna move to the city? Aw, child, ain't it a pity? Sometimes it gets too shitty Come on and hit me You You pack your bags

I just don't belong here, I hope you you understand We might find a place in this world someday But at least for now, I gotta go my own away You'll be okay I've got to move on and be who I am (I'm trying to understand) I gotta go my own away Troy, listen I