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Get Up Kids Something To Write Home About

all, much higher than y'all, undeniably raw Quick to blow the fuck up and reform again The bomb threat re-occured, re-warn your men I promise you get toared up

our home town we've both been down and out but we were doing our best to get back up now One night we were sleeping in my van it was fourteen degrees below I woke up

or restricted zone At your friends place, or comfort of your own home Whether ya' just arrived or about to get gone Whether ya' eating breakfast or about

sit there & hold tight, But she tells me she would cry when shed get hit by her dad, Despised those late nights, when her pops would come home mad, There

three fourths of it all For what? So your kids, kids, kids can have some cheese Can't get with it? Get get get get get on your knees Cause wealth is the

't forgot, there was a time when yo ass would get mine To this head claimin freestyle king, write a song I ain't tryin to hear you rhyme about the crowd

the timing, repent for a [? ] Leviathan you're high up in, I write words to violins Cash to stack a van up against the cracker plan The blacker man still get

my homies who write me in te pine Now the sale is hell but kids keep sending me mail with their laberty bell, so i can tell you about the half and who

up a little or Im trickling out But every track every track is a stepping stone I move past like fuck who Im stepping on I love the scene its all peace dont get