Get Up
Ever since Hell I've been
Gathering bones for the skeletons (skeletons)
Studying all the flaws in the development
Growing up in a world without a crutch
Just some false facts and words I can't trust
So I'm back
With my journal full of love songs
It's "Heart Hop," we don't front like nothin's wrong
Since I was seventeen, rollin' with a dream
There's been a lot of money spent
Haven't got a lot of sleep
Now let's go
The emo rapper with a flow who's got a bone to pick
He's tryna savor every moment like the last kiss
Slashed wrists
Yea, bleedin' on the page
And I can judge by your body language
Girl, you've seen better days
And everyone's afraid to speak about it
Like, "This is Hip-Hop, and we don't talk about shit unless it's hot."
If you don't get it now
You'll hear it when you listen back
Hated on your Twitter, bitch
"Hashtag indie rap"
(Hey)
But we just call it like we see it
If that heart's still beatin'
And then you fall, best believe, we get up (hey)
And you just look before you read it
If these lungs keep breathin'
In my chest then I need to get up (hey)
You're trynna hold me back
But it takes more than that
I gotta break free now and get up (hey)
And I will rise from the dust
I've been confined to these lines enough
And it's time to get up
It's all relative (relative)
I got a closet full of skeletons (skeletons)
I put my heart into these words
I can tell this isn't everything I wanted
It's only just a glimpse
Gotta change everything you are
Just so they can sell it
And I can feel it in the air like a cold wind (cold wind)
No matter how hard I try, I'll never fit in (fit in)
It's all good, I got this notebook of songs
And whatever's left I'll just scribble on my palms
I'm a living, walking, breathing, talking ode to my mistakes
I never stop to take a breath, I never pump the brakes
So take the money and the women, I'ma keep the passion
I think you dudes got your priorities changed up
And this is not as simple as going to grab a pencil
And writing it down unless you've found that piece of hope within you
I continue just to live for what I love
You can
Hashtag whatever the fuck you want
Man, I'm out
(Hey)
And we just call it like we see it
If that heart's still beatin'
And if you fall, best believe, you get up (hey)
And you just look before you read it
If these lungs keep breathin'
In my chest then I need to get up (hey)
You're trynna hold me back
But it takes more than that
I gotta break free now and get up (hey)
And I will rise from the dust
I've been confined to these lines enough
It's time to get up
Gathering bones for the skeletons (skeletons)
Studying all the flaws in the development
Growing up in a world without a crutch
Just some false facts and words I can't trust
So I'm back
With my journal full of love songs
It's "Heart Hop," we don't front like nothin's wrong
Since I was seventeen, rollin' with a dream
There's been a lot of money spent
Haven't got a lot of sleep
Now let's go
The emo rapper with a flow who's got a bone to pick
He's tryna savor every moment like the last kiss
Slashed wrists
Yea, bleedin' on the page
And I can judge by your body language
Girl, you've seen better days
And everyone's afraid to speak about it
Like, "This is Hip-Hop, and we don't talk about shit unless it's hot."
If you don't get it now
You'll hear it when you listen back
Hated on your Twitter, bitch
"Hashtag indie rap"
(Hey)
But we just call it like we see it
If that heart's still beatin'
And then you fall, best believe, we get up (hey)
And you just look before you read it
If these lungs keep breathin'
In my chest then I need to get up (hey)
You're trynna hold me back
But it takes more than that
I gotta break free now and get up (hey)
And I will rise from the dust
I've been confined to these lines enough
And it's time to get up
It's all relative (relative)
I got a closet full of skeletons (skeletons)
I put my heart into these words
I can tell this isn't everything I wanted
It's only just a glimpse
Gotta change everything you are
Just so they can sell it
And I can feel it in the air like a cold wind (cold wind)
No matter how hard I try, I'll never fit in (fit in)
It's all good, I got this notebook of songs
And whatever's left I'll just scribble on my palms
I'm a living, walking, breathing, talking ode to my mistakes
I never stop to take a breath, I never pump the brakes
So take the money and the women, I'ma keep the passion
I think you dudes got your priorities changed up
And this is not as simple as going to grab a pencil
And writing it down unless you've found that piece of hope within you
I continue just to live for what I love
You can
Hashtag whatever the fuck you want
Man, I'm out
(Hey)
And we just call it like we see it
If that heart's still beatin'
And if you fall, best believe, you get up (hey)
And you just look before you read it
If these lungs keep breathin'
In my chest then I need to get up (hey)
You're trynna hold me back
But it takes more than that
I gotta break free now and get up (hey)
And I will rise from the dust
I've been confined to these lines enough
It's time to get up
Credits
Writer(s): Jeff Thompson, Courtney Ballard
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