Move

[Hook: Samples with Scratches by Jazz Spastiks]
“Move with the groove, smooth like that, and now we…”
“Move with the groove, smooth like that”
“Move with the groove, smooth like that, and now we…”
“Move with the groove, smooth like that”
“Move with the groove, smooth like that, and now we…”
“Move with the groove, smooth like that”
“Move with the groove, smooth like that, and now we…”
“Move with the groove, smooth like that”
“Move with the groove, smooth like that, and now we…”

[Verse 1: Apani B Fly]
Can’t waste this moment. Once we lose it, gone forever
Instead of “what if…,” wish we could clone it. You and me
We could own it, transform it and frame it. If we
Moving, step together, synced in perfect arrangements, so what you
Aiming for? I’m humbled, more settled these days, but I
Find you very stimulating. An amateur melted
In your laser-hot gaze, cool vibes, flowing with you
Wading in the waves, breast-stroking in the fresher you
I’m just thinking to see while he thinking on me
On the way back to Queens, muumuu, black leather seats
Munchies? Let’s grab some meats. On the run like two thieves
Time to kill, the night young, love just moving, Ali
As if I was cast to play your missus in the story
Like a period plays the end of sentences
This ain’t the end—this the genesis. Appreciate you
Honorable mention, dedication, let the music make ya…

[Hook: Samples with Scratches by Jazz Spastiks]
“Move with the groove, smooth like that”
“Move with the groove, smooth like that, and now we…”
“Move with the groove, smooth like that”
“Move with the groove, smooth like that, and now we…”
“Move with the groove, smooth like that”
“Move with the groove, smooth like that, and now we…”
“Move with the groove, smooth like that”
“Move with the groove, smooth like that, and now we…”

[Verse 2: Apani B Fly]
Might need to take a breather. Mint condition love
You send me swinging, you don’t wanna stop me neither
Still move staccato frame-to-frame after the tune
Speed up, closing in, tonight’s the night—this the lead up
I could let you push my buttons. I’ll pull your leavers
And you’re so potent, when you’re gone, a strong impression still
Lingers. Then a string of thoughts always bring me back: he’s a trap
You could find me residing in his lap
Ready to bounce with you like we purse on struts and
Slingshot to a locale where we could slow it down. Deep stares
No crowds. I’ll be down to work it out, have your
People get at my people. Gone too long, I fiend you
And I’m on one right now, blame the moonlight and the cheeba
Blame how good I’m feeling. Just like music, we do it
Softly lean into it, entwined like a lotus vine
Reading your mind, I wouldn’t mind if we…

[Hook: Samples with Scratches by Jazz Spastiks] (x2)
“Move with the groove, smooth like that”
“Move with the groove, smooth like that, and now we…”
“Move with the groove, smooth like that”
“Move with the groove, smooth like that, and now we…”
“Move with the groove, smooth like that”
“Move with the groove, smooth like that, and now we…”
“Move with the groove, smooth like that”
“Move with the groove, smooth like that, and now we…”