American Strong lyrics - Overtime & Bubba Sparxxx
See we may not be right but we ain't doin wrong
We take it on the chin and keep on rockin every song
A little bit of country and a little bit of soul
We're takin our time down a one way road
Rememberin' our roots how our daddy's made us tough
We made a bond with buddies we would never give up
Thinkin bout the days that I wish were never gone
There's nothin like the feelin of American Strong
I've been down, I've been up, I've been through that bullshit
I've taken my licks and I grew up a tough kid
See most times I live life real slow like, no popstar
My life ain't what you think, all I've got, I've worked for
I'm a good 'ol boy from a good 'ol town, I been shit on but I'm still around
Wanna beat me, gotta shoot me down
Cause I ain't never give up you should know it now
Told the world they gotta fuck with me, cause I'm hotter than fire with gasoline
Country boy with a city lean, and an outlaw mind if I'm gettin mean
I've taken time to to reflect a life of the old ways when I learned to fight
When it was all good to be all wrong, when you fucked up you just made it right
It's sad today they don't raise em up to be grown men and that's wrong
Cause where I'm from it's all good to be raised American Strong
See we may not be right but we ain't doin wrong
We take it on the chin and keep on rockin every song
A little bit of country and a little bit of soul
We're takin our time down a one way road
Rememberin' our roots how our daddy's made us tough
We made a bond with buddies we would never give up
Thinkin bout the days that I wish were never gone
There's nothin like the feelin of American Strong
Overtime what up baby
I remember my roots they tellin lies ain't my truth
To some it might seem minute but them principles I won't dilute
My boots, still covered in mud, my heart it ain't nothin but love
This crazy world it does what it does and God up above me I trust
Must we discuss what's already understood
America just reflexed, each section of the whole wide worlds rejects
That's each sex or whatever box he or she checks
Everything in between every ethnicity, nationality no defect
Wanna get rid of them folks yours just might be next, just relax
Every human is human make sure you be strong where he lacks
And if he backs this candidate you adamantly feel differently
Just remember ain't either one of them shit to me
See we may not be right but we ain't doin wrong
We take it on the chin and keep on rockin every song
A little bit of country and a little bit of soul
We're takin our time down a one way road
Rememberin' our roots how our daddy's made us tough
We made a bond with buddies we would never give up
Thinkin bout the days that I wish were never gone
There's nothin like the feelin of American Strong
Country Boy Coolin' lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx
I'm thinkin' I'm comin' you better believe (oh yeah)
The people ain't with us then tell 'em to leave (fuck out of here)
I'm stackin' my money this time I won't piss it away (no)
Help me lord to do all the shit that I say
Any way I'm just coolin' whatcha doin' girl
Stick a fork in the dork and come to the fort
'Cause I'm the closest thing to the number one stunna (stunna)
No country ass would ever dream of seein' run lover
I'm feelin' out of here (gone) I'm walkin' like a G
If you ain't talkin' 'bout greatness than don't talk to me
These guys love to talk, but they ain't fond of doin'
They fond of suein' and boo hooin' I'm coolin'
I know nobody can see me so smothin'
No stress I'm just country boy coolin'
Extra special is Whitney she wanna move in
Uh hu I'm just country boy coolin'
It's no discussion of drama we just shootin'
Tell the law I was country boy coolin'
They talk about me a lot don't mean I'm doin' it
Yeah man I'm just country boy coolin'
Country boy country boy country boy coolin'
Country boy country boy country boy coolin'
Country boy country boy country boy coolin'
Country boy coolin'
You love me you hate me the truth is a matter of nuttin' (zero)
I've given I've taken but fuck it the damge is done
The race isn't over my goal is to finish strong (strong)
Win and they silent but they shout if I did it wrong (fuck 'em)
Movin' on hit my phone if it's 'bout [?]
Besides that a lot of talkin' make my mouth hurt
And my ears I really must avoid that
I'll cause anything I get annoyed at
'Cause I'm coolin' but my partner still [?]
And loyalty's a tool when such and such we doin' (eh)
I finally know it, deep in my heart
That I'm the only one that can see Bubba Sparxxx
I know nobody can see me so smothin'
No stress I'm just country boy coolin'
Extra special is Whitney she wanna move in
Uh hu I'm just country boy coolin'
It's no discussion of drama we just shootin'
Tell the law I was country boy coolin'
They talk about me a lot don't mean I'm doin' it
Yeah man I'm just country boy coolin'
Country boy country boy country boy coolin'
Country boy country boy country boy coolin'
Country boy country boy country boy coolin'
Country boy coolin'
Country Folks (Remix v2) lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. I4Ni, Sarah Ross, Cypress Spring, Danny Boone, Lenny Cooper, Colt Ford, JJ Lawhorn)
Country fried, baptized in gravy
Can't wash off what the good lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road will get you home (come on)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
Then I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high
For my country folk (hey)
My country folk (hey)
Country fried tongue tied them haters
Bubba K's back french fry them taters
The truck sits high but the nuts swing slow
And I'm huntin' me a muddy hole (come on)
Dirty my cubicles it's just business as usual
To y'all it's unsuitable but to us it's beautiful
Fill up the cooler and lets maneuver through Trap County
The sheriffs my buddy so we ain't worried about that mountie (no sir)
Just ask 'bout me my reputation
Is that of a good dude that really was raised in
This here __cpLocation, it really did make it
Then planted the seed for a whole generation
Yeah I'm pretty good but God is great (great)
Keep him in my heart and I'll be straight (straight)
Without him in my home I'd go crazy
Ain't nothin' like my folks baby
Country fried, baptized in gravy
Can't wash off what the good lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road will get you home (come on)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
Then I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high
For my country folk (hey)
My country folk (hey)
We go back like a cold one and drink plenty
Way back like some Waylon and some Conway Twitty
I come from a little town yeah it's itty bitty
Far from a city ain't nothin' change in how I'm livin'
I got a vision and that's to never stop
Back road records gonna be bumpin' out your speaker box
We got this game on lock we raisin' to the top
Country folks yeah we rock
Hangin' round the bonfire on a Saturday night
And if you want to mess around we gonna put up a fight
Us country folk we all ride together
Yeah I want this moment right now forever
Country fried, baptized in gravy
Can't wash off what the good lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road will get you home (come on)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
Then I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high
For my country folk (hey)
My country folk (hey)
Country folk little smoke lotta beer
Pardon me I'm a Tennessee Volunteer (what's up)
Pour it up raise your drinks up high
Gotta a case of Bud Light and a jar of Apple Pie (hey)
Before we're done you can bet the sun comes up
Or the cops come then everyone runs
Work all week party on the weekends
Spend Sunday's fishin' drinkin'
Backwoods by the river in the sunshine
Not a worry on my mind tryin' wet a line
That's how we do it in the south baby all day
Work hard in the yard then we go play
Come home ta mama cookin' in the kitchen
Daddy's in his chair little whiskey sippin'
Tea's on ice fresh fried chicken
I love my life this here's livin'
Country fried, baptized in gravy
Can't wash off what the good lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road will get you home (come on)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
Then I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high
For my country folk (hey)
My country folk (hey)
See me an Bubba, we been doin' this a long while
It sure seems a lot longer than a country mile
Hollywood look good, full of fake friends
I never thought we could ever be here again
Time heals, one fell, one came up
Back together son, we gon' tear this thing up
A lot of talkers, and I ain't gotta name em'
They wanna be us, hell I can't blame em'
We been doin' this forever now the game done changed up
But let me tell you homie we gonna tear this thing up
Bubba K Colt Ford K-Mill is danger
Just remember the name because we comein' with bangers
Average Joe in the buildin' we don't kick it with strangers
Hold it down with my day one partners they helped raise me
That's the way the mud life made me
Keep it 100 till the good lord takes me
Country fried, baptized in gravy
Can't wash off what the good lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road will get you home (come on)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
Then I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high
For my country folk (hey)
My country folk (hey)
Real talk I'd spend all my money
Just to get another spoonful of grandmama's dumplings
Sippin' a cup of Jim Beam straight like it's nothin'
What up to all my people in the country
Country Folks (Remix) lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. I4Ni, JJ Lawhorn, Colt Ford)
Country fried, baptized in gravy
Can't wash off what the good lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road will get you home (come on)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
Then I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high
For my country folk (hey)
My country folk (hey)
Country fried tongue tied them haters
Bubba K's back french fry them taters
The truck sits high but the nuts swing slow
And I'm huntin' me a muddy hole (come on)
Dirty my cubicles it's just business as usual
To y'all it's unsuitable but to us it's beautiful
Fill up the cooler and lets maneuver through Trap County
The sheriffs my buddy so we ain't worried about that mountie (no sir)
Just ask 'bout me my reputation
Is that of a good dude that really was raised in
This here __cpLocation, it really did make it
Then planted the seed for a whole generation
Yeah I'm pretty good but God is great (great)
Keep him in my heart and I'll be straight (straight)
Without him in my home I'd go crazy
Ain't nothin' like my folks baby
Country fried, baptized in gravy
Can't wash off what the good lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road will get you home (come on)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
Then I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high
For my country folk
My country folk
See me an Bubba, we been doin' this a long while
It sure seems a lot longer than a country mile
Hollywood look good, full of fake friends
I never thought we could ever be here again (we back)
Time heals, one fell, one came up
Back together son, we gon' tear this thing up
A lot of talkers, I ain't gotta name em'
They wanna be us, hell I can't blame em'
So looky here, cold beer on a tailgate
Been doing this for some years, ya'll so late
Bangin' OutKast and a little George Strait
Hot damn, Colt Ford back with Bubba K
Country fried, baptized in gravy
Can't wash off what the good lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road will get you home (come on)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
Then I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high
For my country folk
My country folk
Country folk little smoke lotta beer
Pardon me I'm a Tennessee Volunteer (what's up)
Pour it up raise your drinks up high
Gotta a case of Bud Light and a jar of Apple Pie (hey)
Before we're done you can bet the sun comes up
Or the cops come then everyone runs
Work all week party on the weekends
Spend Sunday's fishin' drinkin'
Watchin' NASCAR live on the T.V
Fried catfish coleslaw sweat tea
Big guns but only if we need 'em
Gods family freedom that's it
Country fried, baptized in gravy
Can't wash off what the good lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road will get you home (come on)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
Then I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high
For my country folk
My country folk
Backwoods by the river in the sunshine
Not a worry on my mind tryin' wet a line
That's how we do it in the south baby all day
Work hard in the yard then we go play
Come home ta mama cookin' in the kitchen
Daddy's in his chair little whiskey sippin'
Tea's on ice fresh fried chicken
I'm loveing my life this here's livin'
Yeah a man's word is his handshake
And the southern slang you can't translate
Everything's good we ain't on the ropes
Let me hear it one time for my country folk
Country fried, baptized in gravy
Can't wash off what the good lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road will get you home (come on)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
Then I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high
For my country folk
My country folk
Georgia lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx
That's what I'm a do I made me a song
About my home I've been gone for way to long
I belong to Georiga baby love that
It don't belong to me nobody run that
Not your governor (no) not your senator (no)
Not your congress person they ain't real enough
Not for these folks they got their own set
Of principals they different individuals
Atlanta is still the shit but I really miss (what)
How it was prior to 1996 (damn)
When the Olympic gimmick turned the whole town
Upside down it made it a city though
We ain't really slow we just layin' low
I let you play yourself then I take control
It's hard to summarize in just a couple lines
This place is fuckin' great say it a hundred times
We fly Delta and drink Coca-
Cola where I hang my hat
Sweet peaches with nice features
Yo I'm going home to Georgia
Ray Charles, Allen Jackson
The god father baby how you feel about that
Big city but not really
Yeah I'm going home to Georgia
Wo-wo wo-wo yo
I'm going home to Georgia
Yeah-yeah yeah-yeah yeah
I'm going home to Georgia
I'm talking Ray Cross
I'm talking West Point
I'm talking East Point
And that is the point
If I'm south of Tennessee I'm at home
If you use to 'Bama baby this your song
I love the whole south I love the whole world
But no girl loves me like ol' girl
Down in Le Grange I can't change up
Not on her 'cause she would tear this thing up
I'm talking Albany
I'm talking Athens
I'm talking Brunswick
Yeah bitch what's happenin'
I like it I love it I'm so proud of it
It'd take the National Guard to get me out of it
Georgia
We fly Delta and drink Coca-
Cola where I hang my hat
Sweet peaches with nice features
Yo I'm going home to Georgia
Ray Charles, Allen Jackson
The god father baby how you feel about that
Big city but not really
Yeah I'm going home to Georgia
Wo-wo wo-wo yo
I'm going home to Georgia
Yeah-yeah yeah-yeah yeah
I'm going home to Georgia
We fly Delta and drink Coca-
Cola where I hang my hat
Sweet peaches with nice features
Yo I'm going home to Georgia
Ray Charles, Allen Jackson
The god father baby how you feel about that
Big city but not really
Yeah I'm going home to Georgia
Wo-wo wo-wo yo
I'm going home to Georgia
Yeah-yeah yeah-yeah yeah
I'm going home to Georgia
I'm going home to Georgia
I'm going home to Georgia
I'm going home to Georgia
Mardi Gras lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Noah Gordon)
Woo
My daddy told me if you stay ready
You ain't gotta get ready, she way ready
Been in permanent Mardi Gras mode since
February '09 took a road trip
To the French Quarter and never made it back
If you catch my drift, where the Jager at
Mix a little Red Bull with it, uh oh, she ain't thinkin' 'bout nothin' she just go
Go, go, go, go, go, she had a man but she don't no more
'Cause she couldn't hold still, she ain't gon' chill
She Mardi Gras turned up, ah yeah, woo
That girl so, Mardi Gras
Wild as a fox so lawdy lord
She dancin' up on the bar
Just throwin' back those Jager Bombs
She 'bout to, to take it off
Bust a chain, break down the walls
If she, keeps keepin' on
That alcohol, I swear that y'all about to head west
The hottest thing y'all ever saw
That girls so, Mardi Gras
It's like every day is Mardi Gras
She workin' with a whole lot of give a damn (nope, nope)
Fall in love with her brother, you're in a jam (yep, yep)
She's workin' with a whole lot of energy
Spend a night with her you gon' have a memory (yeah)
She turn Mardi Gras into a adjective
Other girls talk about her she just laugh at them
On the clock 9 to 5, no daytime (late night)
When she shine, (oh) y'all can't shine (naw)
So Mardi Gras, but she don't want beads
She just want to do it big or she gon' leave
So Mardi Gras, that's how she gettin' it
If it ain't about a party [?]
That girl so, Mardi Gras
Wild as a fox so lawdy lord
She dancin' up on the bar
Just throwin' back those Jager Bombs
She 'bout to, to take it off
Bust a chain, break down the walls
If she, keeps keepin' on
That alcohol, I swear that y'all about to head west
The hottest thing y'all ever saw
That girls so, Mardi Gras
It's like every day is Mardi Gras
That girl so, Mardi Gras
Wild as a fox so lawdy lord
She dancin' up on the bar
Just throwin' back those Jager Bombs
She 'bout to, to take it off
Bust a chain, break down the walls
If she, keeps keepin' on
That alcohol, I swear that y'all about to head west
The hottest thing y'all ever saw
That girls so, Mardi Gras
It's like every day is Mardi Gras
Muddy Mess lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Demun Jones)
Ah-ah
I said ah-ah
Bubba K baby
Who I got in here with me?
Demun Jones
DJ K.O
One more time who am I?
Bubba K
We gettin'
Money, money, money
Yeah
OG's
OG's
Tripple like the x's in my name
(Where ya from?) GA
I pull up lookin' like a muddy mess
They ask me "Am I from the country?" Yes
I put in work, baby, nothin' less
I'm God blessed to be a muddy mess
Such a mess, I'm a muddy mess
The more they talk, they talkin' muddy less
I overdo it but I'm under dressed
Money, money, money
I went to London and they told me I'm a bloody mess
I told 'em wait 'til you see the other fella, what a mess
Saw the way that fabric fit I said "What a dress"
She asked me if I would visit it with her, I said "What address?"
I'm a mess, yeah the muddy
Since 2001 I run amuck amongst the uglies
I don't know what it is that makes me never ever give my truck a rinse
I keep it filthy as the government
And they lovin', lovin', lovin' it
Standin' on the banks, she finna bust and now she's bussin' it
This somethin' worth discussion? Well that just depends
Seldom ends where the love begins
I'd prolly pull up in a muddy Benz
Told a city slick we should just be friends
Then I handed her to scram 'cause she was a ten
Call my brother Demun we back in the mud again
I pull up lookin' like a muddy mess
They ask me "Am I from the country?" Yes
I put in work, baby, nothin' less
I'm God blessed to be a muddy mess (Muddy mess)
Such a mess, I'm a muddy mess
The more they talk, they talkin' muddy less
I overdo it but I'm under dressed
Money, money, money
I pull up lookin' like a muddy mess
Straw hat, wearin' boots, that's my Sunday best
Full speed, hammer down, 'bout to give 'em heck
Hand jack truck kickin' mud up above the rest
Crawled up out the sticks, Jones County redneck
Caught a couple critters bare hand without a net
Spent the money, here's to cashin' the bigger checks
Kind of dude you're gonna get, tyrannosaurus rex
Me and Bub 'bout to blow it up
And I ain't talkin' tannerite for fun, more like mega tons
Best be talkin' right, that's where we're from
The Peach State son, I'm bettin' we got plenty guns
Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy
I'ma keep it def a hundred and fifty percent country
Keep it jacked up, truck beats bumpin'
Bouncin' up and down across the muddy south
I'm a muddy mess
I pull up lookin' like a muddy mess
They ask me "Am I from the country?" Yes
I put in work, baby, nothin' less
I'm God blessed to be a muddy mess
Such a mess, I'm a muddy mess
The more they talk, they talkin' muddy less
I overdo it but I'm under dressed
Money, money, money
(I used to be ugly)
Money, money, money
No Chlorine lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Kosha, 2 Face)
Uh-huh, uh-huh
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
This ain't a lecture, this ain't a verse
Born the second, I die the first
Of all the pain we endure in life
I bet dyin' hurts but lying's worse
Drive my hearse down 85
To mama's house north of LaGrange
Drop my corpse off on the porch
And leave my remains torched up in flames
Bidding wars, big city tours
The wanna know, is it really pure?
Could these country bumpkins be up to something?
'Sides eatin' chicken and sippin' Coors
'Fishin' lures on my Polo hat
I pity ya'll if you don't know that
I just left LA and I won't go back
'Til I'm sittin' on 24 gold plaques
Whether with my folks or with solo raps
They get no fuckin' compromise
So let that shit be understood
'Fore we cross the t's and dot the i's
Keep occupied 'til God arrives
To show ya'll just what Bubba meant
To tamper with how He wrote the script
Clearly makes no fuckin' sense
Substances that's pure to us
Contaminated by your device
But we keep the course that was set for us
'Cause eternity's an echo of life
Please Lord keep Bubba clean
Keep Face clean, keep Kosha clean
As we walk the road that's travelled less
Please don't suggest no chlorine
[Kosha:]
Tell me how Lord
Ain't the outcome
Ever be what you want it to be
'Cause if it's fiction
You're the patron
Then why the hell would you listen to me
So if you feel me
Let your heart speak
And when you say it just say what you mean
It's your picture so paint it
All he'll do is taint it
Real simple now ain't it
Just saying no chlorine
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
I been puttin' it down, constantly
'Til the microphone just can't take no more
Ride a track like a set of Bose
If the beats ain't tight I let it go
I'm here to show and to let you know
That flow stay tight like well water
2 Face, Kosha, Bubba Sparxxx
Look God now we've got hell started
In the streets we known for this
Back to back makin' songs that hit
Every track is platinum bound
And some of ya'll think we wrong for this
Record execs with fat checks
Contract filled with stipulations
Half a page of what I shouldn't say
And the rest be the what they want me sayin'
I ain't playin' that's for real
I ain't scared, that's for real
Don't think I'm stupid, that's for real
Take it or leave it, that's the deal
You can't edit this
Better keep on tryna to hold me down
Just to discredit this
Put it on wax and let it hit
I'ma just speak my mind in the midst of this
Find the time to make sense of this
Despite the lies and the politics
Or the A&R rep with the sales pitch
I'll sign my name on the dotted line
If it's clean that mean no loopholes
No catch-22's an no more chlorine
No, no sir
[Kosha:]
Tell me how Lord
Ain't the outcome
Ever be what you want it to be
'Cause if it's fiction
You're the patron
Then why the hell would you listen to me
So if you feel me
Let your heart speak
And when you say it just say what you mean
It's your picture so paint it
All he'll do is taint it
Real simple now ain't it
Just saying no chlorine
[2 Face:]
Take a look at me, now what you see?
This good lil' girl growed up to be
May not be what mom wanted me to be
But I'm damn sure gonna make her proud of me
I done been there done that, now what
The grind on the come up, now what
From the bus to the big Benz, now what
Tied up the loose ends, now what
Queen back and a few good fans
You got Kosha, me and Bubba K
2 F-A, C-to-the-E
Play no games, you know the name
'Bout that change, front no lames
Stay true to the game on the road to fame
Ain't shit gon' change
Only what you see
So raise the fuck up, back up off of me
Stop sweatin' me, tryna handle me
Critiquing me, just let me be
Why do it gotta be about what a bitch say?
Why it gotta be about what a bitch raise?
Shorty got bread so I'm telling you
Fuck you and what you said
I done paid my dues, played the rules
Don't peep those fools, I ain't tryin' to lose
This shit here I been blessed with
Got a flow an nothin' for you to mess with
And I keep it trill, keep it clean
No additives, no chlorine
Be the credits who wrote this
I did it in the rhythm who flowed this
I spit it, think you bad enough to fuck with it
But I'ma let you know I bust like a rubber nigga
I bust nigga
[Kosha:]
Tell me how Lord
Ain't the outcome
Ever be what you want it to be
'Cause if it's fiction
You're the patron
Then why the hell would you listen to me
So if you feel me
Let your heart speak
And when you say it just say what you mean
It's your picture so paint it
All he'll do is taint it
Real simple now ain't it
Just saying no chlorine
Tell me how Lord
Ain't the outcome
Ever be what you want it to be
'Cause if it's fiction
You're the patron
Then why the hell would you listen to me
So if you feel me
Let your heart speak
And when you say it just say what you mean
It's your picture so paint it
All he'll do is taint it
Real simple now ain't it
Just saying no chlorine
There I Go Again lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx
This song is for anybody that's got regrets...
Get over it!!
I remember it all too well
Everything ended all to hell
Her love, her patience, her tolerance
She had alot of it
She had alot to give and I took it
Til I didn't want it no more
Then I booked it
I wonder if I hada took a right
When I hooked that left
What would life be like
[Chorus:]
There I go again
(Here I go with that bullshit)
Thinking bout everything that coulda been
(Coulda, woulda, shoulda)
Instead of the places I still could go
(Whatcha gon do today?)
Just wasting time like I got it to blow
You know what?
Fuck that shit!
Its time to start living, instead of just waiting to die
I said, its time to start laughing, instead of just waiting to cry
And its time for me to get over me
(Time for me to get over me)
Yeah its time for me to get over me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm most alone when I'm in my past
Still I drift, letting right now pass
Instead of just learning from it, I dwell
It's my prison
It's my hell
Sure, I coulda done alotta shit differently
I gotta know that it just wasn't meant for me
My energy is worth more
This day will have no encore
[Chorus]
If I could just get me outta the way
There's probably nothing I can't do
If I could just learn how to love me
I just might could stand you
I think about Tru & JoJo, sitting in that cell on SloMo
I gotta go
I gotta do it for them
I gotta do it for me
I gotta do it again
Go!
[Chorus]
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