Take 'em to the bridge? The way i like, it is the way it is, I got mine 'n' don't worry 'bout his Get up, get on up Stay on the scene, get on up , like a sex machine, get on up Get up, get on up Get up, get on up Bobby! Get up, get on up Get up, get on up Get up, get on up Get up, get on up You said, you said you got the, You said the feeling, You said the feeling you got to get You give me the fever 'n' a cold sweat. City, bus, the subway, cab, the runway Ski masks and gunplay my past at a young age The illest city on the planet Towers came down, Wall Street barely standin We Crook Brothers, opposite of Brook Brothers My footsteps of Scatman Crothers It's just generations of style to get five luminous minutes with me Interviews on how I flip sixty-twos This isn't my style, I spit what I'm livin right now I'm out on the town, gold bars shuttin it down Bottles stacked from the floor to the ceiling Then it's a loud fool, fifty-third street, right near the Hilton I'm fightin the feeling I had when I was lightin up buildings Now I'm writin for millions of listeners Critics who just don't get it They try dissin us, New York full of kings and queens, all the rest just mimic us [Kevin Rudolf] Coz in the city of dreams You get caught up in the schemes and fall apart in the seam Tonight That boy would play his guitar like he was ready for war And then he'd lift up his voice to the Sky. Get up, get on up Get up, get on up Get up, get on up Hah! Get up, get on up Get up, get on up Stay on the scene, get on up , like a sex machine, get on up Get up, get on up Get up, get on up Stay on the scene, get on up , like a sex machine, get on up Get up, get on up Stay on the scene, get on up , like a sex machine, get on up Wait a minute! Should I take 'em to the bridge? Like a, like a sex machine, man, yeah go ahead!

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Fellas, I'm ready to get up and do my thing yeah go ahead! Movin' and doin' it, you know Can I count it off? City, bus, the subway, cab, the runway Ski masks and gunplay my past at a young age The illest city on the planet Towers came down, Wall Street barely standin We Crook Brothers, opposite of Brook Brothers My footsteps of Scatman Crothers It's just generations of style to get five luminous minutes with me Interviews on how I flip sixty-twos This isn't my style, I spit what I'm livin right now I'm out on the town, gold bars shuttin it down Bottles stacked from the floor to the ceiling Then it's a loud fool, fifty-third street, right near the Hilton I'm fightin the feeling I had when I was lightin up buildings Now I'm writin for millions of listeners Critics who just don't get it They try dissin us, New York full of kings and queens, all the rest just mimic us [Kevin Rudolf] Coz in the city of dreams You get caught up in the schemes and fall apart in the seam Tonight That boy would play his guitar like he was ready for war And then he'd lift up his voice to the Sky. D C A x 4 verse D C A Too many problems oh why am I here I don't need to be me cos you're all too clear And I can see there's something wrong with you What do you expect me to do At least I gotta know what I wanna be Don't come to me if you need pity Are you lonely you got noone You got your body in suspension chorus A B C Problem problem problem The problem is you D C A repeat as needed second verse Eat your heart out on a plastic tray You don't do what you want then you fade away You won't find me working 9 to 5 Too Much fun being alive I'm using my feet for my human machine You won't find me living for the screen Are you lonely all needs catered You got your brains dehydrated chorus solo: Take em to the bridge! Take 'em to the bridge? Get up, get on up Get up, get on up Get up, get on up Get up, get on up You said, you said you got the, You said the feeling, You said the feeling you got to get You give me the fever 'n' a cold sweat. Should I take 'em to the bridge? Take 'em on to the bridge! He move from LAS to SoHo hooo A few blocks for those who don't know ohh Down the hall punched a hole in the wall Bounced out, all are in control Certified son of a gun Learns life lesson Don't fly too high on your own supply Get burnt by the sun Coz in the city of dreams You get caught up in the schemes And fall apart in the seam Tonight That boy he is the bomb, from B. I wanta get into it, man, you know go ahead! D C A x12 chorus third verse I'm a death trip I ain't automatic You won't find me just staying static Don't give me any orders For people like me there is no order Bet you thought you had it all worked out Bet you thought you knew what I was about Bet you thought you solved all your problems But you are the problem chorus outro: Shake your arm, then use your form Stay on the scene like a sex machine You got to have the feeling sure as you're born Get it together, right on, right on. Get up, get on up Get up, get on up Stay on the scene, get on up , like a sex machine, get on up Get up, get on up Get up, get on up Stay on the scene, get on up , like a sex machine, get on up Get up, get on up Stay on the scene, get on up , like a sex machine, get on up Wait a minute! Like a, like a sex machine, man, yeah go ahead! The way i like, it is the way it is, I got mine 'n' don't worry 'bout his Get up, get on up Stay on the scene, get on up , like a sex machine, get on up Get up, get on up Get up, get on up Bobby! Get up, get on up Get up, get on up Get up, get on up Hah! Go ahead One, two, three, four!

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  • Yozshuramar
    03.10.2018 at 09:09
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    D C A x 4 verse D C A Too many problems oh why am I here I don't need to be me cos you're all too clear And I can see there's something wrong with you What do you expect me to do At least I gotta know what I wanna be Don't come to me if you need pity Are you lonely you got noone You got your body in suspension chorus A B C Problem problem problem The problem is you D C A repeat as needed second verse Eat your heart out on a plastic tray You don't do what you want then you fade away You won't find me working 9 to 5 Too Much fun being alive I'm using my feet for my human machine You won't find me living for the screen Are you lonely all needs catered You got your brains dehydrated chorus solo: Like a, like a sex machine, man, yeah go ahead!

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  • Nijar
    06.10.2018 at 18:09
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    Get up, get on up Get up, get on up Get up, get on up Hah!

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  • Tojalkis
    19.10.2018 at 23:46
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    He move from LAS to SoHo hooo A few blocks for those who don't know ohh Down the hall punched a hole in the wall Bounced out, all are in control Certified son of a gun Learns life lesson Don't fly too high on your own supply Get burnt by the sun Coz in the city of dreams You get caught up in the schemes And fall apart in the seam Tonight That boy he is the bomb, from B. The way i like, it is the way it is, I got mine 'n' don't worry 'bout his Get up, get on up Stay on the scene, get on up , like a sex machine, get on up Get up, get on up Get up, get on up Bobby!

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