Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Celebrate, artist - Mack Maine.
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Celebrate |
Young Moolah baby |
Happy music, happy people |
Happy people |
Everything’s alright |
Everything is alright |
Pop a bottle and celebrate |
We made it to a new day |
Pop a bottle and celebrate |
We done made it to a new day |
Oh I take a hit and just elevate |
Cause today will be a good day |
I got my mind right money right, ready for war |
Workin' hard today for a better tomorrow |
Hey! |
blow the horns on 'em |
The sun is out, it’s a brand new day and it just dawned on 'em |
The smoke in here got 'em floating just like in salt water |
And break is fast, we got it cooking just like a short order |
Feed the hands with the birds cover the cheetah print |
A jungle out there and the jail is the zoo to keep us in |
Players in gators is crazy, we feel the need to rock 'em |
Furs coming in all different colors like Peter got 'em |
Killing yourself for a salary |
Look ya line flatter than stomachs of the women that’s running, watching them |
calories |
Hope that we linking, we smoking and drinking casually |
Cause life without living ain’t nothing but a fallacy |
Hey, I Say, who’s that peekin' in my window? |
Is that sunshine? |
Is that one time? |
Let that sun shine through my living room |
Hospitality is what I’m giving you |
Harsh reality is what I’ve been through |
But I’m not alone, ask her and him too |
And they shall tell ya, ain’t nothin' better |
Than the smell of a new day |
And I know the ocean runs dry and the sky gets dark |
And ya don’t see what He’s trying to show ya |
And I know the wall may seem tall |
But if we help each other I guarantee we get over |
And once I’m over, I’ll reach back for my brother |
And pull him over as well |
Keep our heads high and our noses wide open |
Hopin' for that new day smell |
Love live life |
Yea homie, I been away since I was 16 |
To tell 'em what I’m 'bout to tell 'em |
So I need more than a 16 |
See I’m the only son of Mary and Joe |
So I gotta fulfill my purpose 'fore I’m buried, ya know |
My momma say she having visions of me being a missionary |
And the hood looking at me as a walking visionary |
So I sit back and wonder will I ever have my time to shine |
And die like Pac in his prime |
Or will I go out like Len Bias and OD before the tryouts |
No tell a reaper, no buyout |
I’m good, I pray for a head to protection |
And I gotta walk the streets with the heat as my protection |
Still gotta watch my back, still watch my front home |
Cause I seen a lot of niggas die with they gun on |
So with that in mind, I just get higher |
And pray to the higher Messiah, I’m no liar |
And they say that puffing the fire fucks with your memory |
But I got a lot of stuff that I don’t wan' remember see |
Like when my homie Abbie died |
I like how I never seen a man cry 'til I seen Lance died |
Never seen my pops cry 'til I seen my Grams died |
And I’m here to tell him that I miss my Grams too |
And I wish I could hug her for mother’s day too |
And I feel the same way that you do |
But we gotta still move on so she can just smile down on us |
And I don’t want the Lord to ever frown down on us |
I know that they really got power in a gun |
But I also know that they got power in a tongue |
So every time I speak, look I try to speak life |
Y’all tweaking for broads, I tweak life |
They said I was s’posed to die as a fetus |
My momma said I bind that Devil in the name of Jesus |
So now I’m here just to talk to y’all |
Come and stroll with me homie, let me walk with' y’all |
Ten million ways to die so I chose |
To get my life right by the end of the road |
'Fore my body in a casket and I’m stiff and froze |
'Fore I’m laying in a morgue with a tag on my toes |
I’m here to tell you take heed to the warnings |
School shootings, hurricanes, and global warming |
Open ya Bibles up with no hesitation |
BC was the Genesis, this is Revelations |
So you better pick your destination |
Tomorrow ain’t promised, better pick your destination |
Rest in peace B Spencer, rest in peace |
Shit could be worse so I’m feeling like Weezy |
I wake up in the morning, take a piss, and wash my hands |
Take a knee and thank the Man and leave my life in God’s hands, yea! |