He's an old school type
With dreams of Sixty Fivers
That old school Lincoln
With the suicide doors
Blackout tints
You'll need spurs to ride her
36 inseam with a limp to ponder
They don't know about me
But ain't the one to bother
Don't let these 13's
Turn your bones to powder
Plus he don't look mean
So the honeys fonder
Just passing through
Ain't got time to squander
When the sun comes up
I'm going to head to yonder
He said in short
Over Rayban blinders
Just moving on
I'm just moving on
Opened up the door
Made a big dark shadow
At the feeling store
For gas and tobacco
Stepped in brash
But manners mild
Haven't mustered words
In quite a while
54 on four
Pack of 100 red Marlboro
And a book of matches
If you got them on you
And I'm moving on
Im just moving on
I cruise along down 55
The seat kicked back
Headrest discarded
Slight detour
Need to hit the Cru
Done smoked the pack
About half way through
Took 40 B
Want a big ole Johnny
And a Leaf or two
Because the reds ain't for me
And I'm going to tell you now
Got a partner funny
Halfway down the block
I can hear him jiving
But ain't got time to play
Got to keep on riding
Because the suns parked high
It will set for hours
Before land breaks
And we can see the waters
Im heading down
To the French Quarters
Im going to head on down
To the French Quarters
And then I'm moving on
I'm just moving on
It's Herald
He's an old school type
With dreams of Sixty Fivers
That old school Lincoln
With the suicide doors
Blackout tints
You'll need spurs to ride her
36 inseam with a limp to ponder
They don't know about me
But ain't the one to bother
Don't let these 13's
Turn your bones to powder
Plus he don't look mean
So the honeys fonder
Just passing through
Ain't got time to squander
When the sun comes up
I'm going to head to yonder
He said in short
Over Rayban blinders
Just moving on
I'm just moving on
I'm just moving on
Herald Engrossman - Movin' On Lyrics
Herald Engrossman - Movin' On Lyrics
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He's an old school type
With dreams of Sixty Fivers
That old school Lincoln
With the suicide doors
Blackout tints
You'll need spurs to ride her
36 inseam with a limp to ponder
They don't know about me
But ain't the one to bother
Don't let these 13's
Turn your bones to powder
Plus he don't look mean
So the honeys fonder
Just passing through
Ain't got time to squander
When the sun comes up
I'm going to head to yonder
He said in short
Over Rayban blinders
Just moving on
I'm just moving on
Opened up the door
Made a big dark shadow
At the feeling store
For gas and tobacco
Stepped in brash
But manners mild
Haven't mustered words
In quite a while
54 on four
Pack of 100 red Marlboro
And a book of matches
If you got them on you
And I'm moving on
Im just moving on
I cruise along down 55
The seat kicked back
Headrest discarded
Slight detour
Need to hit the Cru
Done smoked the pack
About half way through
Took 40 B
Want a big ole Johnny
And a Leaf or two
Because the reds ain't for me
And I'm going to tell you now
Got a partner funny
Halfway down the block
I can hear him jiving
But ain't got time to play
Got to keep on riding
Because the suns parked high
It will set for hours
Before land breaks
And we can see the waters
Im heading down
To the French Quarters
Im going to head on down
To the French Quarters
And then I'm moving on
I'm just moving on
It's Herald
He's an old school type
With dreams of Sixty Fivers
That old school Lincoln
With the suicide doors
Blackout tints
You'll need spurs to ride her
36 inseam with a limp to ponder
They don't know about me
But ain't the one to bother
Don't let these 13's
Turn your bones to powder
Plus he don't look mean
So the honeys fonder
Just passing through
Ain't got time to squander
When the sun comes up
I'm going to head to yonder
He said in short
Over Rayban blinders
Just moving on
I'm just moving on
I'm just moving on
With dreams of Sixty Fivers
That old school Lincoln
With the suicide doors
Blackout tints
You'll need spurs to ride her
36 inseam with a limp to ponder
They don't know about me
But ain't the one to bother
Don't let these 13's
Turn your bones to powder
Plus he don't look mean
So the honeys fonder
Just passing through
Ain't got time to squander
When the sun comes up
I'm going to head to yonder
He said in short
Over Rayban blinders
Just moving on
I'm just moving on
Opened up the door
Made a big dark shadow
At the feeling store
For gas and tobacco
Stepped in brash
But manners mild
Haven't mustered words
In quite a while
54 on four
Pack of 100 red Marlboro
And a book of matches
If you got them on you
And I'm moving on
Im just moving on
I cruise along down 55
The seat kicked back
Headrest discarded
Slight detour
Need to hit the Cru
Done smoked the pack
About half way through
Took 40 B
Want a big ole Johnny
And a Leaf or two
Because the reds ain't for me
And I'm going to tell you now
Got a partner funny
Halfway down the block
I can hear him jiving
But ain't got time to play
Got to keep on riding
Because the suns parked high
It will set for hours
Before land breaks
And we can see the waters
Im heading down
To the French Quarters
Im going to head on down
To the French Quarters
And then I'm moving on
I'm just moving on
It's Herald
He's an old school type
With dreams of Sixty Fivers
That old school Lincoln
With the suicide doors
Blackout tints
You'll need spurs to ride her
36 inseam with a limp to ponder
They don't know about me
But ain't the one to bother
Don't let these 13's
Turn your bones to powder
Plus he don't look mean
So the honeys fonder
Just passing through
Ain't got time to squander
When the sun comes up
I'm going to head to yonder
He said in short
Over Rayban blinders
Just moving on
I'm just moving on
I'm just moving on
Writer: Evan Townzen
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