[Chorus: Krafty]
We don't wanna-wanna
But we gotta-gotta
Yeah we gotta-gotta
Move on
So stop stalling
The future's calling
Time to put your all in
Move on
Yeah move on
Move on
[Verse 1: Sneek]
Stuck in a rut with these s*uts I don't need
f**, I just want all you people to know Sneek
And all you below me (ha!) can blow me
And if you think you got better sk**s then show me
Oh please, I could do with a laugh
Sitting in a bath with your fingers up your arse
Words hitting hard like an earthquake, ripping up the paths
Flipping up the cars, tripping up the tarts
Your tits ain't gonna last, I can't be asked with these plastic b**hes
Tryna grab your riches and just leave you in the ditches
But that's not the life for me
I will get that money so I can be worry free
Got a voice that hurries me to move on and progress
You're as grotesque as a b**h with no breasts
But know this, I will succeed
f**ing with me is like f**ing with STDs
[Chorus: Krafty]
We don't wanna-wanna
But we gotta-gotta
Yeah we gotta-gotta
Move on
So stop stalling
The future's calling
Time to put your all in
Move on
Yeah move on
Move on
[Verse 2: Krafty]
I just crapped out a helicopter, but I don't give a flying sh**
Buy my disc - matter of fact, wait for your mate to buy the sh**
Be sly and rip every track to your iPod, prick!
I'm a bitter spitter, hating - yes!
You'd be hating too if you hadn't made it yet
Jealous of every cat that's out now
I'm at their show in the crowd, screaming MY lyrics outloud
It's boredom, I wanna spend years building a fanbase
Only to get that big that I start to ignore them
I make rhymes, the f**ing great kind
And when people get offended I just say that they ain't mine
I'm a land mine, don't step to me
f** your respect for me, you're a speck to me
So all the DJ's hit the f**ing deck for me
You ain't coming right - vasectomy!
[Chorus: Krafty] x2
We don't wanna-wanna
But we gotta-gotta
Yeah we gotta-gotta
Move on
So stop stalling
The future's calling
Time to put your all in
Move on
Yeah move on
Move on