Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Up, artist - Cam Meekins. Album song PEACE, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Lamp City
Song language: English
Up |
Yeah |
You know we’ve gotta start it off with some good shit the same shit that we’ve |
been doing for the last four or five years |
We ain’t never changing and we ain’t never doing any dumb shit |
Trying to keep it real and function |
Alright let’s get it yo |
Why can’t I ever find enough time |
Why do I bust rhymes and fuck dimes |
And after ever drink feel sick when I wake up |
Why the fuck would I like my girl the less and less she wears make up |
Why the fuck do we sell sabotage |
I need an iPhone 5 charged |
Trying to get the fuck outta Dodge |
Turn my phone on airplane mode |
Like fuck the world |
You know, how you fucked that girl |
And you just fucked her world up |
Why do I stay up late? |
Sluts |
Never could really relate to us |
But the pretty ones always stuck up |
They won’t shut up |
I hate parties when all the kids get drunk |
Unless I’m partaking |
Then I’ll be the first one to pass out and do something stupid |
And wake up on the ground naked |
I’m shaking |
Thinking my whole life is like bacon, overcooked |
Why all the great rappers is overlooked |
Why am I scared to live if I’m really just a small piece |
Why do you care the least |
But sometimes care the most and share a lease |
With someone where the rent’s cheap |
And live your whole life wondering if you dared to speak what’s on your mind |
you might love yourself more |
If you hate where you’re at but you go nowhere, then that problem is yours |
Think you might drown in your thoughts |
Better learn mind control |
Because even when the times get hard you can still be positive, but god damn it |
you guys keep texting me on some bullshit |
I don’t want to hear it |
Trying to get weird like Kanye did in '09 |
I need the spirit, oh my |
But I still ride around getting high just to see what’s on my mind |
I don’t really know |
When your shit’s going nowhere, where the fuck do you go? |
I’m trying to go up, up, up, up, up |
You will never hold me down |
Even when no one’s around |
You gotta keep that soul around |
And try not to give a fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck |
That’s how it’s supposed to be |
So just come smoke with me |
And keep your mind open please |
And go up, up, up, up, up |
You will never hold me down |
Even when no one’s around |
You gotta keep that soul around |
And try not to give a fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck |
Because that’s how it’s supposed to be |
So just come smoke with me |
And keep your mind open please |
Yo, we should keep talking more |
That’s kind of the option more or less |
I did this show in Baltimore |
That’s when we started talking more or less |
Fuck it, I’m out the door |
You didn’t give a fuck that I was stressed |
You knew that I’d when this shit |
Now you track my moods like GPS |
I love when you wear that skirt |
I want a crib on the outskirts of town |
Where they can’t talk to us |
Or even fucking know that I’m around |
I used to watch the news until I stopped |
That douche from high school is now a cop |
I’ve been growing up pretty fast |
And I’m kinda hoping that’ll stop |
I still think that I’m the realest out |
Even if my numbers never back it |
On the track do backflips, spit crack on the Macbook |
One time almost cracked it |
I live every day like an accident |
And try to keep it real with my fam |
Somewhere between feeling that I can do anything and knowing that I can |
I’m trying to go up, up, up, up, up |
You will never hold me down |
Even when no one’s around |
You gotta keep that soul around |
And try not to give a fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck |
That’s how it’s supposed to be |
So just come smoke with me |
And keep your mind open please |
And go up, up, up, up, up |
You will never hold me down |
Even when no one’s around |
You gotta keep that soul around |
And try not to give a fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck |
Because that’s how it’s supposed to be |
So just come smoke with me |
And keep your mind open please |
And go up, up, up, up, up |
You will never hold me down |
Even when no one’s around |
You gotta keep that soul around |
And try not to give a fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck |
Because that’s how it’s supposed to be |
So just come smoke with me |
And keep your mind open please |