Move On - Remi, Sensible J, Lorry

Darling, I see that you’re torn up

Love you got and love that you want off

This extra-terrestrial author

(That's me, yeah, yeah, that’s me)

I could kick in the door, wavin' the pork sword, yo

Notorious for breakin' up homes, but

This time I won’t, because I’m on tour, love

(That's me, yeah, yeah, that’s me)

And you know this, I gave you the «Oh, shit»

Three months ago at your home in Europe

Since then, you got a man to hold you closer

Late night like Conan, but I’m back in Europe

And you hit me up like

I heard you’re playing out here

Me and my friends, we wanna come hang out with

Got some weed and some cocaine and I know

You’re in love with the coco like iced tea, yeah

And we may have sex and that’s dangerous

Soak my man, then know he ain’t comin'

Oh, darling that sounds great

But I’m only here for a day, babe

Then it’s back to Australia

Love from long distance is bound for failure

So, free fuck is bound to derail ya

If you love him, then stay with him, lady

Hey, let me break it down one time for you

We gotta cut the sex

So you’re gonna be sending me texts crying with regret

And we don’t need that, nah-uh

And you can see that, uh-uh

Look, I’m only here for twenty-four

Then it’s passport, airborne in a 747

So let me move on

Move on

Darling, I see that you’re falling

For the idea of me and you courting

Are you drunk off Captain Morgan?

(That's you, yeah, yeah, that’s you)

Reckless, unavailable, awkward

It’s safe to say that, girl, I am all them

Besides, you’re a grown-up, career’s corporate

(That's you, yeah, yeah, that’s you)

And you worked hard to get it, you are a star

And that’s all gonna change if I move in your apartment

Bad influence, what I got my Masters in

Top of the class, ain’t it?

Because a bastard is what I is

And I know you don’t care

You need the connection we got, it’s so rare

But you live in Switzerland, I live with with my parents

On the south-east of Melbourne, my dear, like dial-up

And then that break-up will happen

But, why it even when our Wi-Fi is unclear, you

No one will wait twelve months of the year

And we’re both still figuring out what life is

So it’s something we can’t do

But maybe, I’ll see you next lifetime, Erykah Badu

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Let me break it down one time for you

We gotta cut the sex

So you’re gonna be sending me texts crying with regret

And we don’t need that, nah-uh

And you can see that, uh-uh

Look, I’m only here for twenty-four

Then it’s passport, airborne in a 747

So let me move on

Move on