Get Up -

Where to go from here?

It’s clear I’m on my own

Yet, I still feel off the chain like stolen bicycles

It was drilled in my head that I’m a selfish fuck

That I get on my own nerves when I talk too much

Told that I live my life, disconnected and empty

With a smile that’s insane as if I’m over friendly

So do what you will, I’m still here, and I won’t leave

But look at how mean you can be, that it so sweet!

Run for the hills, I’m as ill as your whole team

Drove off a cliff and I landed on both feet

Will I admit that I’m done with the old me?

The dirtier it gets, the more I’m feeling I’m so clean

That I don’t need molly to be rolling with these changes;

I’m at the library in a quiet meditation

Damn!

People look pissed off and too abrasive

With lots of personality and no conversation

An epic name is who inspired me to thinking

I’ve hit the home run, I’m just rounding all the bases

I’m sky diving into your world

Designed of high flying, up from the earth

Will not be defeated, hell is for freezing

Scream till it’s peaceful as walking on beaches!

Laugh at how dark it can get in this place

As if you’re eating the soul of demon for strength

I was made to be grateful, tested in faith;

Of how it can rain, when they’ve spit in your face

Being Framework is pizza, ice cream, and cake;

So what’s next on the menu?

I’m scraping the plate

If it’s talking to jesus behind heavens gates

Then I’m not gonna leave here without saying, thanks!

I’m rocking like Raida on the crossfader

His loss to the scene was a major heartbreaker

This is me when I’m talking to myself, get UP!

Humiliated, degraded, so what?

Get up!

Ashamed that you’ve been played and betrayed.

Get UP!

Get up, get UP!

Get up, get UP!

Get UP!

Get UP!

You’re not the first to learn how hard it is to fall;

Died so many times, yet I’m living through it all, get up!

Until you’re stronger than you’ve ever been before, get up!

Get up, get UP!

Get up, get UP!

Get UP!

Get UP!

To trigger every bit of you to get into the rhythm

Is an easy job as if I was a southern Cali weatherman

Ice grilling me is fine, because you’re out of hand

For thinking you can school me on some Mary Had a Little Lamb

I’m still polite as fuck and love my son regardless

Dealing with bullshit like another day at the office

Thirty-three, can you believe I’ve only gotten started

To feel it like an acid trip while running through the forest?

So much food for thought and yet I’m still a starving artist

Raw as bands learning how to play songs in their garages

Coming at full speed in two thousand fourteen

And live for these moments to hold like a trophy

Cause heads have really gotten fat, fatter than some laces

While the little kid inside of them is hiding under blankets

And of course, they truly want it, they can get it then

But I refuse to believe that I’m a wicked man

Cold as stories told made by Al Capone

Cold as icicles froze to broken homes

Flows that break your nose like a wishing bone

Carefully composed with the microphone

I must have made the most of how to take it slow

Cause, now I’m back to living fast, fast as I can go

Yet, it chills me to bone, knowing how I’m not alone

And that you can have a dark soul with heart of gold