Uh, left arm of all my jackets smell like Camels and Cat Piss It’s always half-a-pack right beside where the flask is You got a nickel? Come and get you splash of this Moonshine, washin’ down cornbread and catfish Born on a river bank, cussin’ in slang Muddy Waters, thicker blood in my veins; the fifth cousin of Cain It’s easy to see us becoming estranged Unconditional love is un-obtained, I got Nothin’ left to say, gimme somethin’ I can bang Run up in the train, take the money back and double it mayne It’s a couple thangs I’m trynna cop – must have’s Butter for the recipes, and some weaponry for the gun rack, uh..
CHORUS: Get up, get on, get right, get strong, get with it or get gone.. Got, got, got, got to get over; gotta get over to give somethin’ (gimme that!) Get mad, get buck, get loud, get lucky, get found or get fucked, uh Got, got, got, got to get over; gotta get over to give somethin’ back..
Aiyo we small-scale farmers talkin’ tons, that’s a lotta weight We at the docks shovin’ off a load of harbor freight Gods in the shipyards, they taught us how to operate So if it’s drama I’m callin’ on my conglomerates Modern phenomena’s synonymous to commonplace Y’all picked some simple shit to complicate Consequently monetary regulators obfuscate the nomenclature Now you’re resigned to be confined inside your office space Workin’ off a debt to owner; forget ever ownin’ a home, bro It seems to me the American Dream is over. So what we supposed to do with all these pharmaceuticals and sleep aids? Three-eighths of my teammates are deep inside Comas, that codeine and soda They chiefin’ that potent, no weekend spent sober That reefer them rollin’ it’s keepin’ us hopeful We reach for the solar, heart beat for these moments, we goin’ in..
CHORUS: Get up, get on, get right, get strong, get with it or get gone.. Got, got, got, got to get over; gotta get over to give somethin’ (gimme that!) Get mad, get buck, get loud, get lucky, get found or get fucked, uh Got, got, got, got to get over; gotta get over to give somethin’ back..
We’re on a sliding scale, buyin’ burnt shit at fire sales These pennies like a foreign currency: shiny shells Tiny to retail giants, sublime clientele Deceived, but keep in mind even Goliath fell I expel pellets and rocks from out the slingshot Mixin’ this cocktail, the type you light and sail Over top the citadel; rotten, they can fry in hell It’s better we try and fail than let em take us lyin’ still Lords of war trynna murder us Florence Nightingale tyin’ tourniquets Servants of the poor, tired and frail Raise em up, make em fly as hell Watch over the riders of the night rail when You do take flight from these trenches We fightin’ and dyin’ in daily We scalin’ them fences We’re barely defenseless if made in his image Imagine, envision – we smashin’ them entrances in..
CHORUS: Get up, get on, get right, get strong, get with it or get gone.. Got, got, got, got to get over; gotta get over to give somethin’ (gimme that!) Get mad, get buck, get loud, get lucky, get found or get fucked, uh Got, got, got, got to get over; gotta get over to give somethin’ back..Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
