Get By by Chris Webby
Get By lyrics
CHRIS WEBBY: "GET BY" LYRICS
Yeah
I�m just trying to get by man, you know
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
[Chorus]
Grind every minute of my day tryin to get by
And if I don�t reach the fortune and the fame I can always get high
Rollin� up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la
La, la, la, la la la
Stay rollin� up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la
Get high
[Verse 1]
(Yeah, yeah)
Hello, my name�s Christian, steady flame spittin�
Treble, bass, and drum takes out the same system
Liu Kang kickin', Sugar Shane hittin'
Mary Jane twistin�, that�s my main mission
David Blaine magician, vanish into thin air (air)
If they got a beat to spit on, I be in there
�Cause I rock skills (skills?), and I pop pills (pills?)
�Til I act a jackass, Johnny Knoxville
Burn �til my eyes the color of a cardinal
I go all in, never partial
I'm a pure-bread, they�re just part-ill
They make a track, we forget em� like Sarah Marshall
24/7 never will the grindin� stop
Explore the internet, light up the FireFox
This isn�t AOL but I�m livin� A-OK
Philosophize, think the Socrates and Plato way
Never fade away, this the raw shit
Blue print, Stanley couldn�t draw this
Flow a perfect ten, head-to-toe flawless
Give �em a colostomy bag if they try to talk shit
This is Saw Six, there will be no survivors
I drop the dopest fire, they just a broken lighter
I flick my Bic to the tip of the spliff
Sizzlin' piff, how I spit, try to riddle me this, bitch
[Chorus]
Grind every minute of my day tryin�a get by
And if I don�t reach the fortune and the fame I can always get high
Rollin� up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la
La, la, la, la la la
Stay rollin� up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la
Get high
[Verse 2]
(Uh huh)
Rockin� a new shirt, find your chick and do work
Hoppin� on every step to the top like livin� like Hubert
I don�t do the jerk, or the rock away
But I got a lot to say in my mind locked away
Since my baptism of rap rhythms and had cats
Back flippin� to tracks, spittin� and ad libbing
While we livin� let�s enjoy it
On this planet earth before we destroy it
Cause now it seems we can�t avoid it
They talk about twenty-twelve,�I�m like �oh well�
But between now and then, Webby�s got records to sell
I�ve been at this rap shit too long, too much practice
Hit a lot of road blocks, always moved past it
So twist a j (twist a j),
Light up a dub sack (dub sack)
Yeah we love that, THC and blunt wraps
Bust raps spittin� dirty as a mud flap
Since I was nothin� but a rug rat, ahuhh
This is the life I�ve chosen, or has it chosen me
But I�m just tryin�a be the man that I should hope to me
Another dope MC, out in the open sea
Hopin� that the sharks ain't approachin� me
Totally mind in tact, and I don�t do it for the money stacks
Just a head nod and some firm daft
Runnin' laps tryin' to stay on track
Just tryin�a get by, what�s the matter with that, Jack?
[Chorus]
Grind every minute of my day tryin�a get by
And if I don�t reach the fortune and the fame I can always get high
Rollin� up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la
La, la, la, la la la
Stay rollin� up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la
Get high
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