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Instagram: therealahype Twitter/X: therealahype1 TikTok: therealahype Bluesky: therealahype Music on all platforms under A Hype Lyrics: Can ya picture, a descripture of a man who flips for, rage bait, he age late, no stage straight, many zany lips for the ones who dones tried, to un’s did the sick more or less road he travel toward. The gravel mode I’m in, loften often to my coffin ‘cause I’m below where it been, feel trapped in the dirt, hurt wrapped up my Earth worth, I deal the blow to myself, I shelf help, I delve in revolving the same lame game, the solving start wit’ me, but a part it be accepting, when dismay crept in, this A slept in, now it deepen, foul style lept in, the caught thought be the weapon, impulse may be dim, false, but it trickin’, pickin’ sides on rides I don’t need to take, hear these voices chant, where is my choices, can’t I heed to make the fake crap that, ruin me stop at, right about now, clear the picture like Snapchat, I’m big, might about blow, ignite up out how, Cobain did, no pain slid where death is, breathless, here the structure I should’ve taken, the good I’ve shaken, I didn’t even realize I had, the eyes my Dad had all along was right, check, I just had to tad adjust my view slight, neck, inspect when looking over, correct intellect, shook and never had this chance? I knew, now why spew this sad piss poor mood dude glance, a rude stance? The world ain’t against me, I’m against me, I unfurled the paint, let the elders craft the image, I hurled and faint, bet the small tears swell when fears, laughed, him gauge like it “woe is me.” this tyke shit mentality, lead a grudge, fatality, me, I need to budge, clutch much better posture, I boast poor back as an excuse, to slack and be no use, I could carry that weight, physical, but also I know metaphorically, I’m a bicycle on training wheels, not gaining skills but I been ready, a beta, whore sick being who seeing reign in faking ills, getting pity, I’m bullshitting really, and when I think I great like DeRozan, the chosen hitting middy, his he get paid for, mine ain’t fine, it a charade more or less to think I doing shit great, it just middy! I sink and state my pull, meeting so many connections, I fucking fake to get to, I’m sucking dick to let you, know I wanna collab, do I really hear, all this shit that I spit to ya ear, who nab all this free time, inspections, and be like “gee I’m so lonely”, bitch, enrich ya mind and find the bind just ‘cause ya only, ya own enemy, my zone … fuck it, when I be like this, I don’t even change, believe in strange but some things just need to rearrange, we the hinge to opening our own doors, hope is in, I can’t clone yours but what I do, is see those who chose to be great when they could say they fate, closed theirs, they burst it open, they thirst for first, dope in the chosed careers, so here’s no mo’ pondering, high note, why mope in the beyond I been, avoiding, paranoiding, fuck it, go wondering, I tote my slope oh so down, bitch just switch the frown, I pitch the crown to me so truly, truly, let get up and go! Yo.