Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Shot, artist - VoicePlay. Date of issue: 31.05.2016
Song language: English
My Shot |
| I am not throwing away my shot |
| I am not throwing away my shot |
| Hey yo, I’m just like my country |
| I’m young, scrappy and hungry |
| And I’m not throwing away my shot |
| I’m ‘a get a scholarship to King’s College |
| I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish |
| The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish |
| I gotta holler just to be heard |
| With every word, I drop knowledge |
| Every burden, every disadvantage |
| I have learned to manage, I don’t have a gun to brandish |
| I walk these streets famished |
| The plan is to fan this spark into a flame |
| But damn, it’s getting dark, so let me spell out the name |
| I am the A-L-E-X-A-N-D-E-R we are meant to be. |
| A colony that runs independently |
| Meanwhile, Britain keeps shittin' on us endlessly. |
| I am not throwing away my shot |
| I am not throwing away my shot |
| Hey yo, I’m just like my country |
| I’m young, scrappy and hungry |
| And I’m not throwing away my shot |
| It’s time to take a shot |
| I dream of life without a monarchy |
| The unrest in France will lead to onarchy? |
| Onarchy how you say, how you say, anarchy? |
| When I fight, I make the other side panicky. |
| shot. |
| Geniuses, lower your voices |
| You keep out of trouble and you double your choices |
| I’m with you, but the situation is fraught |
| You’ve got to be carefully taught |
| If you talk, you’re gonna get shot. |
| I am not throwing away my shot |
| I am not throwing away my shot |
| Hey yo, I’m just like my country |
| I’m young, scrappy and hungry |
| And I’m not throwing away my shot. |
| Come on, let’s go |
| Rise up |
| When you’re living on your knees, you rise up |
| Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up |
| Tell your sister that she’s gotta rise up |
| When are these colonies gonna rise up? |
| When are these colonies gonna rise up? |
| When are these colonies gonna rise up? |
| When are these colonies gonna rise up? |
| Rise up |
| I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory |
| When’s it gonna get me? |
| In my sleep, seven feet ahead of me? |
| If I see it comin', do I run or do I let it be? |
| Is it like a beat without a melody? |
| I’m past patiently waitin' I’m passionatelymashin' every expectation |
| Every action’s an act of creation |
| I’m laughin' in the face of casualties and sorrow |
| For the first time, I’m thinkin' past tomorrow. |
| I am not throwing away my shot |
| I am not throwing away my shot |
| Hey yo, I’m just like my country |
| I’m young, scrappy and hungry |
| And I’m not throwing away my shot. |
| Rise up, rise up, it’s time to take a shot |
| Rise up, it’s time to take a shot |
| Rise up, take a shot, shot, shot |
| It’s time to take a shot, time to take a shot |
| And I am not throwing away my shot |
| Not throwing away my shot |