Get a Grip

One, two, one, two, three

Well this one lives in a memory
And later on, take it all outta me
Like when I was young and mom said to me
You'll make it, there is no doubt
C'mon, I don't wanna worry you
Cross-legged, tryna make a move
Sitting around while I make the food
I hope you make it, no doubt

This one feels like, yeah, a memory
That don't sit right
Ah, yeah, a memory
That don't sit right
C'mon, I don't wanna worry you
Yeah, a memory
That don't sit right
Ah, yeah, a memory
That don't sit right

I can't keep looking out for you
Snake oil and chocolate to get a clue
Keeping me up while I wait for you
Just another thing we need to do
Mops in my stockings for holidays
Cleaning spray all on my dinner plate
I called up and you said I couldn't stay
Now we're late and everything's okay

Yeah, you just take it out on me
Yeah, you just take it out on me (it's okay)
To get away, to get away, to get away, to get away
Yeah, you just take it out on me
And there's no way you'll set me free when

All the channels that you can't choose
All the places that you wanna go to
Come on, I don't wanna sit around
Will ya stand on up and get a grip (everything's okay)
All the cases that you wanna prove
All the little things you can't undo
Come on, I don't wanna sit around
Will ya stand on up and get a grip (everything's okay)

Yeah, I'm on my way to stand on my stage
And put things away where they go
Or maybe I won't
Yeah, I'm on my way to get on your case
And get in your face if you don't
Or maybe I won't (everything's okay)
Yeah, I'm on my way to stand on my stage
And put things away where they go
Or maybe I won't (everything's okay)
Yeah, I'm on my way to get on your case
And get in your face if you don't
Or maybe I won't



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Writer(s): Charlie Peacock, Jack Peacock
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