Get Going

One, two, three, and

No why don’t you get going

I don’t need your love

So get up and get lost

You belong to someone else

Nah I don’t get love

When you’re at your best

So why don’t you come on and get going

You belong to someone else

No why don’t you get going

I don’t need your love

So get up and won’t you let go

You belong to someone else

Nah I don’t get love

When you’re at your best

So why don’t you come on and get going

You belong to someone else

There’s a line you don’t cross

Or you might just burn your feet

And if you lose control

Choreomania to the streets

I see you when I peek

Slippin’ potion in my sleep

I guess you’re my favorite sweetheart

‘Coz you make it bittersweet

No why don’t you get going

I don’t need your love

So get up and get lost

You belong to someone else

Nah I don’t get love

When you’re at your best

So why don’t you come on and get going

You belong to someone else

Now why don’t you get going

I don’t need

I don’t need your love

So get up and won’t you let go

You belong to someone else

Nah I don’t get love

When you’re at your best

So why don’t you come on and get going

You belong to someone else

Maybe you’d let me go

When you find another creapin'

(‘Cause I ain’t just some second piece)

Sick and stoned

Broken bones

(Don’t make me walk out the do)

Should I be the one that’s leaving

(You know I see you when I sneak a peek)

I see you when I peek

(Don’t play innocent, it’s old)

Sneaking fellas in my sleep

(I know you wanted me to see)

I guess you’re my favorite sweetheart

(I don’t want you anymore)

But you make it bittersweet

(But truly love is bittersweet)

Ah ah ah

(Watchu gonna do ‘bout it)

Ah ah ah

Ah ah ah

(Like watchu gon say)

She said o my, o mama

(Nah, you listen)

Listen, listen, listen

Baby did you really think that I wouldn’t find out

I done heard of testing borders, but you crossed the line now

Take your new addition, holdup, lemme check the mic out

Check 1 2, you got 1 too many guys, how

Did you think it’d play out dili ni salida

And even if it was girl di man pud ka bida

So go and get lost, take your passport and your visa

Hit the road Ms. Hendrix I don’t wanna see ya