Getting By

Uh Uh Yea
Yea Yea Yea
Listen ever since I was four years old
This music it touched my soul yea
Every single time the beat would come on
I fell in line it was out of my control yea
Then my fingers started touching them keys
And it sounded so good to me yea
Lyrics singing out of the radio
What the fuck you mean they wasn't talking to me
Stevie was superstitious Michael was off the wall
Curtis was super fly too much to name them all
And till this day when things in life get to stressing me out
I turn on some music and it helps me out

Don't nobody want nobody
To tell them how to live their life
But everybody needs something to believe in
To get em through the pain and strife
Now my truth may be your lie
It's always gonna be somebody asking why
Most of all of my blessings came in disguise
I'm trying to make it past just getting by getting by
Yea yea yea

Trapped in a box of toxic punching a clock is
How I spend most of my time yea
Bills to the ceiling
Feeling like I'm barely even making a dime yea
When I get up on this microphone
Just singing and busting my rhymes yea
Don't want to hear about my student loans
I know you want to just have a good time
Don't want to watch tv cuz they're lying to me
But it's something about this music that sets my mind free
All this trouble in this world they can't feel your pain
Music and marijuana helps keep me sane

Don't nobody want nobody
To tell them how to live their life
But everybody needs something to believe in
To get em through the pain and strife
Now my truth may be your lie
It's always gonna be somebody asking why
Most of all of my blessings came in disguise
I'm trying to make it past just getting by getting by
Yea yea yea



Credits
Writer(s): Ray Armstrong
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