Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Uplift, artist - Horrorshow. Date of issue: 19.08.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Uplift |
| Welcome to the manifesto |
| Of a man who stood the test of time |
| Seventeen years, still here to testify |
| I pour my heart into every line |
| Even so, you probably could’ve made a better buy |
| Uh, what’s done is done, not here to be number one |
| Just to burst your bubblegum, and it’s only just begun |
| The best is yet to come |
| So kick back for the story of how the Inner West was won |
| I call it how I see it, nothing more, nothing less |
| Caught between the naysayers and the yes-men |
| But these are my songs, and you can love them or hate them |
| Either way we have something in common |
| 'Oi brother you can’t sing', yeah I can’t rap neither |
| But I’m here to do my thing till I make you a believer |
| So, flip a coin, pick a side, I don’t give a fuck |
| I’m here to kick a rhyme, grab your spirit, try to lift it up |
| In this cold barren land that I call home |
| I’m just a man searching for the strength to walk alone |
| I stand tall, wear my weakness with pride |
| The glitch in the system with a fist in the sky |
| In this cold barren land that I call home |
| I’m just a man searching for the strength to walk alone |
| I stand tall, wear my weakness with pride |
| The glitch in the system with a fist in the sky |
| This is one part love, one part hate |
| One part luck, and one part fate |
| A whole lot of hard work and some heartbreak |
| But the scars fade |
| Life in the fast lane is stressing me |
| I’m tryna slow it down, focus on my goal to be an unknown celebrity |
| The every-man's antihero |
| Rocking a jam until I have a fan base of zero |
| Sydney Hip Hop politics, the white hats |
| Ignore the black hoodies and they all ignore the backpacks |
| See me, I walk the grey space between all three |
| Thin line between fat laces and pre-torn jeans |
| So, you might catch me reading your girl’s sky blog |
| Maybe bombing with the Krylon, rocking my iPod |
| Like what?! |
| I’m a national icon |
| In the making here to get my write on |
| In this cold barren land that I call home |
| I’m just a man searching for the strength to walk alone |
| I stand tall, wear my weakness with pride |
| The glitch in the system with a fist in the sky |
| In this cold barren land that I call home |
| I’m just a man searching for the strength to walk alone |
| I stand tall, wear my weakness with pride |
| The glitch in the system with a fist in the sky |
| No, I don’t know any trade secrets |
| But I made a promise to myself and I’m gonna keep it |
| Black hoodie with a crooked cap |
| Black humour with a crooked smile, rolling with a crooked pack |
| Of hopscotch players, who rock cross faders |
| And still find the time each day to watch Neighbours |
| What? |
| You got something to say? |
| Run your mouth dude |
| One day soon we’ll be coming your way |
| Self-appointed cynic, passionate pessimist |
| Borderline sociopath, manic perfectionist |
| My question is this, how every record every rapper’s |
| Claiming they’re the best there is? |
| «Somebody's lying» |
| We like whose house? |
| Mum’s house! |
| Rent’s free, you don’t like it you can get the fuck out |
| Cause it’s never been about fifteen minutes of fame |
| To a crowd of fifteen or fifteen thou' I spit it the same |
| See that’s what I’m about, both feet on solid ground |
| Rocking out with my head in the clouds |
| So when it’s all said and done at the end of the day |
| Catch me, headphones and a notepad, penning a phrase |
| I might not be the coolest |
| Might not be the flyest |
| The toughest, the most likely to succeed |
| I’m definitely not the best |
| There will never another footprint |
| On the surface of the Earth quite the same as mine |
| And that’s the only claim I’m walking out of here with |