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M.I.A (Motivating Ideal Actions) Video (MV)




Performed By: Tuker Lucy
Language: English
Length: 3:36
Written by: Brandon Gilmore




Tuker Lucy - M.I.A (Motivating Ideal Actions) Lyrics
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No speed limit to this shit
Flying at the speed of light
Blue skies, pair of dimes
You can call this paradise
Hit the shift
This G, yeah he capitalize
On the moment, scene light up
When I arrive
Crooked stares, the glares of a few
Broken eyes
Unseen like a poltergeist
I do it for the culture
Imma bird of prey, never see me as a vulture
Glide through the scene like a Prowler
You don't want no problem
Niggas pull up stunting in impalas
Told you, you don't want no beef
Rather not lose another brother to the streets
Rather kill a beat
Never admit defeat
I have a dream, Martin Luther with the speech
La di la Di la di la
We gonna turn up like it's Mardi Gras
Seen another day, (thank the lord)
Police after me, (AINT it hard)
La di la Di la di la
We gonna turn up like it's Mardi Gras
Seen another day (thank the lord)
Police after me (AINT it hard)
Mi-mi-mi-a
Imma feel myself today
Get that f*ck shit out my face
Keep that stress from round my way
This my life, imma live it up (live it up)
Kick Pushing, never given up (given up)
Won't stop till the sun rise
MIA, we don't stop
MIA, we don't stop (Let's Go)
MIA, we don't stop
MIA, we don't stop (Let's Go)
MIA, we don't stop
MIA, we don't stop (Let's Go)
MIA, we don't stop
MIA, we don't stop (Let's Go)
Ideally
Gotta keep it moving with this feeling
Gotta keep it groovin, gotta feel it
Vibing, being one with the spirits,
Here it's fantastic A world full of magic
Would've never made it, if it wasn't for my passion
Fruits of my labor, nigga gotta smash it
This purée is gourmet, theres no need to panic
This purée is gourmet, THERE'S no need to panic
This sorbet is orange, you can't knock the classics
Hip hop, the dances
Who's hot, the fastest
It doesn't even matter, we attending different classes
Different majors, for our age of minors
Different majors, but we made the honors
No diploma, but we roll with a scroll, we certified rollers
Taking two to the dome, don't mind wild odor
La di la Di la di la
We gonna turn up like it's mardi gras
Seen another day, (thank the lord)
Police after me, (AINT it hard)
La di la Di la di la
We gonna turn up like it's Mardi Gras
Seen another day, (thank the lord)
Police after me, (AINT it hard)
Mi-mi-mi-a
Imma feel myself today
Get that f*ck shit out my face
Keep that stress from round my way
This my life, imma live it up (live it up)
Kick Pushing, never given up (given up)
Won't stop till the sun rise
MIA, we don't stop
MIA, we don't stop (Let's Go)
MIA, we don't stop
MIA, we don't stop (Let's Go)
MIA, we don't stop
MIA, we don't stop (Let's Go)
MIA, we don't stop
MIA, we don't stop (Let's Go)
Mi-mi-mi-a
Imma feel myself today
Get that f*ck shit out my face
Keep that stress from round my way
This my life, imma live it up
Kick Pushing, never given up
Won't stop till the sun rise
Let's Go
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No speed limit to this shit
Flying at the speed of light
Blue skies, pair of dimes
You can call this paradise
Hit the shift
This G, yeah he capitalize
On the moment, scene light up
When I arrive
Crooked stares, the glares of a few
Broken eyes
Unseen like a poltergeist
I do it for the culture
Imma bird of prey, never see me as a vulture
Glide through the scene like a Prowler
You don't want no problem
Niggas pull up stunting in impalas
Told you, you don't want no beef
Rather not lose another brother to the streets
Rather kill a beat
Never admit defeat
I have a dream, Martin Luther with the speech
La di la Di la di la
We gonna turn up like it's Mardi Gras
Seen another day, (thank the lord)
Police after me, (AINT it hard)
La di la Di la di la
We gonna turn up like it's Mardi Gras
Seen another day (thank the lord)
Police after me (AINT it hard)
Mi-mi-mi-a
Imma feel myself today
Get that f*ck shit out my face
Keep that stress from round my way
This my life, imma live it up (live it up)
Kick Pushing, never given up (given up)
Won't stop till the sun rise
MIA, we don't stop
MIA, we don't stop (Let's Go)
MIA, we don't stop
MIA, we don't stop (Let's Go)
MIA, we don't stop
MIA, we don't stop (Let's Go)
MIA, we don't stop
MIA, we don't stop (Let's Go)
Ideally
Gotta keep it moving with this feeling
Gotta keep it groovin, gotta feel it
Vibing, being one with the spirits,
Here it's fantastic A world full of magic
Would've never made it, if it wasn't for my passion
Fruits of my labor, nigga gotta smash it
This purée is gourmet, theres no need to panic
This purée is gourmet, THERE'S no need to panic
This sorbet is orange, you can't knock the classics
Hip hop, the dances
Who's hot, the fastest
It doesn't even matter, we attending different classes
Different majors, for our age of minors
Different majors, but we made the honors
No diploma, but we roll with a scroll, we certified rollers
Taking two to the dome, don't mind wild odor
La di la Di la di la
We gonna turn up like it's mardi gras
Seen another day, (thank the lord)
Police after me, (AINT it hard)
La di la Di la di la
We gonna turn up like it's Mardi Gras
Seen another day, (thank the lord)
Police after me, (AINT it hard)
Mi-mi-mi-a
Imma feel myself today
Get that f*ck shit out my face
Keep that stress from round my way
This my life, imma live it up (live it up)
Kick Pushing, never given up (given up)
Won't stop till the sun rise
MIA, we don't stop
MIA, we don't stop (Let's Go)
MIA, we don't stop
MIA, we don't stop (Let's Go)
MIA, we don't stop
MIA, we don't stop (Let's Go)
MIA, we don't stop
MIA, we don't stop (Let's Go)
Mi-mi-mi-a
Imma feel myself today
Get that f*ck shit out my face
Keep that stress from round my way
This my life, imma live it up
Kick Pushing, never given up
Won't stop till the sun rise
Let's Go
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Writer: Brandon Gilmore
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