Testo Get Em Up - Mac Miller
Testo della canzone Get Em Up (Mac Miller), tratta dall'album K.I.D.S.
If you in the ride turn the volume real high
If you tryna feel the vibes throw your hands up in the sky
Motherfucker get 'em up, up, up, up, up, up
Get 'em up, up, up, up, up, up
If you in the ride turn the volume real high
If you tryna feel the vibes throw your hands up in the sky
Motherfucker get 'em up, up, up, up, up, up
Get 'em up, up, up, up, up, up
The wheels stay spinning on the Civic, boy, I'm always on the move
When you grinding all the time there's a lot of shit to do
That's why I got Q, 'cause he keep me on the routine
I be too skeed, trying to kick it like Bruce Lee
Clean shoes boy new feet
And I'm never in the car with only two seats
I got a whip full of people, all fresh, call 'em 10 deep
Motherfucker, we the future like next week
Young people don't see you as an equal
They just see you as deceitful, tryna send you back to pre-school
You only getting one shot no redo
Tell them haters keep they mouth shut, eat glue
Bitch, who the fuck you playing with?
I'm Justin Bieber meet Jadakiss
Here to take what's theirs, treat 'em all like Taylor Swift
Leave 'em in a daze, all like, "What day is it?"
Yeah, the boy got class, no Cambridge
Fresher than your man, girl, but whiter than a plate of grits
They keep wanting more, I'm their favorite dish
This me, motherfucker, I ain't changing shit
If you in the ride turn the volume real high
If you tryna feel the vibes throw your hands up in the sky
Motherfucker get 'em up, up, up, up, up, up
Get 'em up, up, up, up, up, up
If you in the ride turn the volume real high
If you tryna feel the vibes throw your hands up in the sky
Motherfucker get 'em up, up, up, up, up, up
Get 'em up, up, up, up, up, up
Hey, I got a brand-new phone, rocking brand-new clothes
Leaving every single party with a brand-new hoe
Yeah, I've done a little traveling, circling the globe
Always keep it moving, inertia on these hoes
Boy, I'm an asshole, girls call him a douchebag
This some old-school shit, but no boom bap
This ain't new swag, it's the same old me
The youngin get respect from the game's OGs
Cameras flashing when we passing, so we stay low-key
Go to Mexico to party where the pesos be
On the turnpike, bitch, and your tank on E
With my head out the window screaming, "Get like me"
Hoe, you should know the way I roll
Take a couple shots ought to Superman these hoes
You ain't nothing with your wack rap
Used to be the class clown, but now I get the last laugh
If you in the ride turn the volume real high
If you tryna feel the vibes throw your hands up in the sky
Motherfucker get 'em up, up, up, up, up, up
Get 'em up, up, up, up, up, up
If you in the ride turn the volume real high
If you tryna feel the vibes throw your hands up in the sky
Motherfucker get 'em up, up, up, up, up, up
Get 'em up, up, up, up, up, up
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Writer(s): Malcolm James Mccormick, Kevin Leonard
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