Bee-Gee - Movin' Two Fast lyrics

[Intro: Jet 2] Guess we gotta slow it down now Think I'm movin' too fast for her Think I'm moving too fast [Verse 1: Jet 2] I said I figured I'd try this Hoping they like that Trying to figure where my pride is 'til you came right back And I figure I'm in need of a little therapy and a good dose of music So give me a couple months and I'll be right back Observing life through the sky rise high view I'm the type of dude to take a climb and a dive too With a beautiful dime, brown skin and she bomb As a mine or grenade with a shine like a diamond Pilot, physique got me high as a cloud is Drug, she my h**n but I ain't Amy wine-ing Searching through her treasure chest, heart trying to find it Love double excel at the right time; Jet Magazine for her essece I'm a fiend for the girl with the keen instinct I can call Cinderella like I stumbled on her slipper We might be moving too fast, but I'm sure we'll crash clean, go [Hook: Jet 2, BeeGee & Hitman] See at first it was too slow Now you say I'm moving too fast for you girl Too fast for you girl (repeat 2x) [Verse 2: BeeGee] Moving too fast, that's what you say Girl I gotta go, but you want me to stay I hate the fact that I love you so much From the frown when you mad to your sensitive touch I wanna be with you and everybody know that You moving too slow and a n***a can't take that When I was moving too slow, you would call me up But now I'm running things and I rarely even hear your mouth But that's your fault You took a good n***a and you turned him to salt I threw it at you and my heart you caught Then you beat the sh** up; love a**ault Remember? We made a pact You broke my heart to pieces, I'm just stating the facts I'm fast paced and you're holding me back Either step your sh** up, or move on and that's that [Hook: Jet 2, BeeGee & Hitman] [Verse 3: Hitman] I got a little problem I should deal with Cause not wanting a girl's like not wanting the millions Crowd full of b**hes, cause Hitman in the building It's just eleven thirty, "All My Children" Make it to my room, a couple texts from some more chicks They all L.A. high ready like some Romans Team face, man all my b**hes doming And row row your boat in the p**y, I'm stroking In motion, I'mma be amazing Moving too fast, b**h I'm blazing; cajun Hot on the swag, sunshine probably could date him Line up, but not even a haircut could fade him Trees why I never text back In the stu with my crew make you fear rap She pop the head off like a beer cap Girl wanna ride, well mami let me steer that [Hook: Jet 2, BeeGee & Hitman]