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Date of issue: 15.12.2014
Song language: English
Get Up |
Where to go from here? |
It’s clear I’m on my own |
Yet, I still feel off the chain like stolen bicycles |
It was drilled in my head that I’m a selfish fuck |
That I get on my own nerves when I talk too much |
Told that I live my life, disconnected and empty |
With a smile that’s insane as if I’m over friendly |
So do what you will, I’m still here, and I won’t leave |
But look at how mean you can be, that it so sweet! |
Run for the hills, I’m as ill as your whole team |
Drove off a cliff and I landed on both feet |
Will I admit that I’m done with the old me? |
The dirtier it gets, the more I’m feeling I’m so clean |
That I don’t need molly to be rolling with these changes; |
I’m at the library in a quiet meditation |
Damn! |
People look pissed off and too abrasive |
With lots of personality and no conversation |
An epic name is who inspired me to thinking |
I’ve hit the home run, I’m just rounding all the bases |
I’m sky diving into your world |
Designed of high flying, up from the earth |
Will not be defeated, hell is for freezing |
Scream till it’s peaceful as walking on beaches! |
Laugh at how dark it can get in this place |
As if you’re eating the soul of demon for strength |
I was made to be grateful, tested in faith; |
Of how it can rain, when they’ve spit in your face |
Being Framework is pizza, ice cream, and cake; |
So what’s next on the menu? |
I’m scraping the plate |
If it’s talking to jesus behind heavens gates |
Then I’m not gonna leave here without saying, thanks! |
I’m rocking like Raida on the crossfader |
His loss to the scene was a major heartbreaker |
This is me when I’m talking to myself, get UP! |
Humiliated, degraded, so what? |
Get up! |
Ashamed that you’ve been played and betrayed. |
Get UP! |
Get up, get UP! |
Get up, get UP! |
Get UP! |
Get UP! |
You’re not the first to learn how hard it is to fall; |
Died so many times, yet I’m living through it all, get up! |
Until you’re stronger than you’ve ever been before, get up! |
Get up, get UP! |
Get up, get UP! |
Get UP! |
Get UP! |
To trigger every bit of you to get into the rhythm |
Is an easy job as if I was a southern Cali weatherman |
Ice grilling me is fine, because you’re out of hand |
For thinking you can school me on some Mary Had a Little Lamb |
I’m still polite as fuck and love my son regardless |
Dealing with bullshit like another day at the office |
Thirty-three, can you believe I’ve only gotten started |
To feel it like an acid trip while running through the forest? |
So much food for thought and yet I’m still a starving artist |
Raw as bands learning how to play songs in their garages |
Coming at full speed in two thousand fourteen |
And live for these moments to hold like a trophy |
Cause heads have really gotten fat, fatter than some laces |
While the little kid inside of them is hiding under blankets |
And of course, they truly want it, they can get it then |
But I refuse to believe that I’m a wicked man |
Cold as stories told made by Al Capone |
Cold as icicles froze to broken homes |
Flows that break your nose like a wishing bone |
Carefully composed with the microphone |
I must have made the most of how to take it slow |
Cause, now I’m back to living fast, fast as I can go |
Yet, it chills me to bone, knowing how I’m not alone |
And that you can have a dark soul with heart of gold |