BiGG MaTT - Get up High & Get on Down

Look at this
Man, would you look at this
Look at this
Get your groove on now
Get up high & get on down
Get up high & get on down
Yeah
Look at this
Get your groove on now
Get up high & get on down
Get up high & get on down
Yo
Lookie here
My conscience clear
I'm without fear
Where I'm living here
I just went and copped this new sound this year
I'm flipping up this game a pan sear
And that's on rib eye, and I'm high
That's why I'm talking about this food right
I'm spry for an old guy
I'm brushing on your inner thigh
God touched my shoulder with his sword and said thy son
You won't ever hold a gun, but you're bulletproof
You won't ever see the darkness, but you got the darkest
Your soul will be eternal, but living in infernal
And now I'm popping off like a popcorn kernel
Internal devastation never shown in the external
BMTH the way I'm living sempiternal
I'm launching over hurdles
This a track meet, couldn't catch me in the backseat
I like to have control
I don't trust a soul if it won't change my role
I write on these bad days, record on these good days
I'm finding my balance, my lyrics on pallets
I'm so filled with malice, I want the gold chalice
That rhyme is so bad on your palate
It's been used in gallops
I'm fresh like a dollop
Of cream on your berries
This world can be scary, scenarios heavy
You walk around wary with a concealed carry
But I never worry
I keep to myself, and that's all that's required
You're nosy
No wonder that they want to hit you in your dome piece
Condoning sleeping conscious like some melatonin
I'm flown in, I'm known in your city
We throwing a party, you coming
We drinking Bacardi, I'm shaping an army
I'm popping ollies over blockades
So gnarly that them decades
Had to die and be the spade
The tool for this renegade
I'm grateful for their sacrifice and anal how you bitches write
You should spread a light
However you want them to die
Less competition, with less bodies
Less copies, scaling up the Rockies
Climbing over these tsunamis that you sending out in volleys
I'm the big one, I'm telling Scotty man
All you liars floppies man
You outdated, you really fading
This is a new movement that's set on improvement
We really do it
Find amusements in these cancellations, but
We need somethin' stronger, we need some recruitment
To end this enslavement
A pursuant of my music, inducements of diluted truants
Y'all are linked to this, yeah you talk like Ted Nugent
Then wonder why you getting bullets
We bring each other up
We don't tear each other down no more
But this is seen as a lack of competition
Participation trophies, but I am still the best
I just don't have to end careers
To get past the clouds, and see clear
Over these horizons
You don't got to lie man
We All Kings

Written by:
Matthew Bellinger

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