Get out everybody
Get out of your cup
Get out of your apartment
Get out in here
Get out of tomorrow
Get up out the cut
Get up out the darkness
Get out and get in
You need to get up!
Get up, get out
Cut that bullshit out
Word to Cee-Lo for the Green
I'll put a motherfuckin' hit out
Bullet in the Billboard charts
'Bout to kill the game
Load up the mic and make you favorite
Rapper feel pain, b-b-b bustin' at 'em
It's like we bussin' atoms
About to blow the fuck up
'Til we touchin' Saturn
And n-n-nothin' matters
This life is just a dream
Why you just sittin' there
Get up and touch the screen
Get out everybody
Get out of your cup
Get out of your apartment
Get out in here
Get out of tomorrow
Get up out the cut
Get up out the darkness
Get out and get in
You need to get up!
Top down music up
Speeding down the interstate just so I could feel alive
Just feel my heart race
See I'm on my own shit, play me at your own risk
Broke outta my comfort zone
And now I',m feeling focused
Running up the dial
With a pack of wolves that are wild
And they hungry for somethin' new
While your sleeping I hear 'em howling
And what you give 'em
Bitch I'm in my feelings
I'm trying show you all was good
But you just you don't hear us
Get out everybody
Get out of your cup
Get out of your apartment
Get out in here
Get out of tomorrow
Get up out the cut
Get up out the darkness
Get out and get in
You need to get up!
Get up and move like this may just be your last of chances
(Go, Go) I been taking all kinds of stances
This buildings cold as ice and prone to avalanches
I need you all to move through sexual advances
(Aww shit) I dig the way she dances
She could teach college classes on how to shake your asses (Ha)
And if you unaware we making moves you better
Just go request the juice and get it up to
Get out everybody
Get out of your cup
Get out of your apartment
Get out in here
Get out of tomorrow
Get up out the cut
Get up out the darkness
Get out and get in
You need to get up!
She's bringing cupcakes? God damn, chocolate
God damn sauce. (I'm not eating any.) Yes you are
Yeah, I'm eating hers, what the fuck
You can't just deny what's coming to you, and throw it away
What the fuck kind of shit is that?
I married your ass, I get your god damn cupcake
You don't just fuckin' bring it and send it back to the store and shit
If we were a government cheese line and you couldn't eat cheese
I would still eat your cheese (Hashtag)
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