| Yeah, I’m tryin' to get it right, live my life right
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| I want the things that come with the fast life
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| But I don’t wanna lose my soul, right? |
| pay with my life
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| I just wanna rock ice with my fresh Nikes (yeah, yeah)
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| Cuz the girls at the school think I dress nice. |
| (yeah)
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| The real thug niggas cool with a nigga, right? |
| (that's right)
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| 'Til one day after school, wakin' home, right? |
| (Uh Huh)
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| Them same thug niggas ran up on a brother, right?
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| With three more I never met in my life. |
| (Damn!)
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| Asked me where I’m from, banged on me, right? |
| (Hey cuz, where you from?)
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| The brothers that I knew was up outta sight
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| (Man they made me get it together, now I act right.)
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| (Let's get it together)
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| Trials and tribulations, both got you accosted
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| Understand I’m not the one, go tap some other resources
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| The road that you travel gon' be paved in some gravel
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| So before you try and jock me understand the shit is rocky
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| I don’t mean a boxer, Emmy or Oscar
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| I’m tryin' to spit some game, so your ass can prosper
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| Pay a little dues, do a couple a shows
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| Put a mix-tape out, man let’s see how it goes
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| My only good advise is to cut your own slice
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| I mean, the world ain’t gon' bite, just cause you think you nice
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| How can I be diplomatic when this ain’t automatic
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| I’m gonna tell you right, this a roll of the dice
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| (Let's get it together)
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| Hey, being silent’s the first sign
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| If not, being able to follow my first line
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| I dirt-grind on my first, it works fine
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| I’m alert, but I been caught off guard at the worst time. |
| (worst time)
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| Yeah, I get apparent applause
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| But do these people know my character flaws? |
| I get embarrassed
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| And pause, meticulous, but never careless because
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| I might be the one standin' on your terrace that falls
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| And you can laugh, but it’s therapeutic, to
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| Talk about my faults over a acoustic, Break it up shit
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| We ain’t perfect, to fight just ain’t worth it
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| Despite a stained surface, we gotta retain purpose
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| (Let's get it together)
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| I wasn’t the pick of the litter, when I was a-little-nigga
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| My pops would turn preacher once my voice got deeper
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| Than his. |
| For all the times a nigga would vent
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| I had to listen, he was payin' the rent and what
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| He’s sayin', he meant. |
| I’ll admit, I was tripin' a bit
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| I was hangin' with different chicks and we be wild’n and shit
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| But I had to get a grip before time ran out
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| Or pop starts to trip, start puttin' me out
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| But now I kinda see what he was talkin' about
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| You can’t live in somebody house and start airin' it out
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| You got to be your own man and handle your biz
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| And later on you can tell 'em what time it is
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| (Let's get it together) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get It Together , by - Jurassic 5. Song from the album Feedback, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп