Get Going Lyrics
[Intro: Arthur Nery]
One, two, three, and
[Chorus: Arthur Nery]
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
[Verse 1: Arthur Nery]
There’s a line that 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
‘Cause you make it bittersweet
[Chorus: Arthur Nery]
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
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus: Arthur Nery]
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
[Bridge: Arthur Nery, jon]
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)
[Interlude: Arthur Nery, jon]
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
(Watchu gonna do ’bout it?)
Ah-ah-ah
(Like watchu gon say)
She said, “Oh, my, oh, mama”
[Verse 2: Jon]
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, hold up, lemme check the mic out
Check one, two, you got one, 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
