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[Intro: Drake & MATT OX]
Yeah
I’m workin’ on dyin’

[Chorus]
I’m upset
Fifty thousand on my head, it’s disrespect
So offended that I had to double check
I’ma always take the money over sex
That’s why they need me out the way
What you expect?

[Verse 1]
Got a lot of blood and it’s cold
They keep tryna get me for my soul
Thankful for the women that I know
Can’t go fifty-fifty with no ho
Every month, I’m supposed to pay her bills
And get her what she want
I still got like seven years of doin’ what I want
My dad still got child support from 1991
Outta time, people love to pop a lot of shit then come around
Word to Flacko Jodye, he done seen us put it down
Niggas askin’ if I’m cool

[Chorus]
I’m upset
Hunnid thousand on my head, it’s disrespect
So offended that I had to double check

[Verse 2]
You tryna check?
This is real life, niggas think we playin’ chess
So what’s next?
Jump up out the bed like I’m possessed
I go out on tour and I say I’m drinkin’ less
End up gettin’ loose and gettin’ pictures from my ex
SMS, triple X
That’s the only time I ever shoot below the neck (skrr)
Why you keep on shootin’ if you know that nigga dead? (Skrr)
That’s the only kind of shit that gets you some respect

[Refrain]
Got a lot of blood and it’s cold
They keep tryna get me for my soul
Thankful for the women that I know
Can’t go fifty-fifty with no ho (ayy, ayy)
Every month, she don’t even love me, she just puttin’ on a front
She gon’ tryna settle outta court and make a run
Then gon’ ask me how I’m doin’?

[Chorus]
I’m upset
Half a million on my head I can’t accept, yeah
‘Least it makes me feel someone tried their best, yeah
Want to waste a half a million, be my guest
Made me wanna buy a vest and a tech (skrr)
But I’m blessed, I just checked
Hate me, never met me in a flesh
Said she’s got somethin’s she gotta come here and collect
That shit is in a box to the left, to the left

[Outro]
Got a lot of blood and it’s cold
They keep trynna get me for my soul
Thankful for the women that I know
Can’t go fifty-fifty with no ho

Fuck tha police
Fuck, fuck, fuck tha police

Fuck tha police comin’ straight from the underground
Motherfucker got it bad cause I’m loud
I’m not a carbon copy so police think they have the authority
To kill a minority

Fuck that shit cause I ain’t the one
For a punk motherfucker with a badge and a gun
To be beatin’ on and throwin’ in jail
We can go toe to toe in the middle of a cell
Fuckin’ with me cause I’m a teenager
With a little bit of dough and a pager
Searchin’ my car lookin’ for the product
Yeah, motherfucker, I’m sellin’ narcotics

You’d rather see me in the pen
Then me and my friends
All rollin’ in a Benz
Beat a police out of shape
And when I’m finished, bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of a the slaughter
Still gettin’ strong of bread and water
I don’t know if they’re fags or what
Searchin’ me down and grabbin’ my nuts

Motherfucker on the war path
And when I’m finished, it’s gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops dyin’ on my way
Yeah I got somethin’ to say

Fuck tha police
Fuck tha police
Fuck tha police
Fuck tha police

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Fuck tha police
Fuck, fuck, fuck tha police

Fuck tha police and I said it with authority
Cause my people on the streets are the majority
Lights are flashin’ behind me
But you’re a scared little faggot so you mace me to blind me
But that shit don’t work I just laugh
Cause it gives ’em a hint not to step in my path
Police I’m sayin’ fuck you punk
Read my rights and shit, it’s all junk

Pullin’ out a silly club so you stand
With a fake ass badge and a gun in your hand
But take off the gun so you can see what’s up
And we’ll go at it punk and I’m gonna fuck you up

So drop your gat and I’m gonna blast
Takin’ out a police will make my day
Hell yeah, motherfucker, I’ve got somethin’ to say

Fuck tha police
Fuck tha police
Fuck tha police
Fuck tha police

Fuck tha police
Fuck tha police
Fuck tha police
Fuck tha police

Yeah, yeah, yeah… One, two, three, four!

Fuck tha police
Fuck tha police
Fuck tha police
Fuck tha police

Fuck tha police
Fuck tha police
Fuck tha police

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Release!

How can you say you wanna sit there
With all this funk going on?
Just layin’ right in your chair
Like you’re not even here

Just give a little push (Push)
Go on and let yourself get loose
Gonna take the funky side of you
Gonna make your body move

Get up
Time to release the beast
Get up
Get up
Time to release the beast
Get up

Time is right for you tonight
To get down on the one
Everybody get in the groove
We’re bound to have some fun

Give the girl a little pull (Pull)
Just get her on the floor
All we wanna do is jam for you
Gonna funk and rock some more

Get up
Time to release the beast
Get up
Everybody get up
Get up
Time to release the beast
Get up
Everybody get up

Everybody get up
Everybody get up
Everybody get up

Release!

Music’s got me wanting to say
Hey! Everybody get up
Don’t you want to get up out your chair?
Music’s got me wanting to say
Hey! Everybody get up

Everybody get up
Don’t you want to get up out your chair?
Music’s got me wanting to say
Hey! Everybody get up
Don’t you want to get up out your chair?
Music’s got me wanting to say
Hey! Everybody get up

Get up
Time to release the beast
Get up
Everybody get up
Get up
Time to release the beast
Get up
Everybody get up

Get up
Time to release the beast
Get up
Everybody get up
Get up
Time to release the beast
Get up
Everybody get up

Get up
Time to release the beast
Get up
Everybody get up
Get up
Time to release the beast
Get up
Everybody get up

Get up
Time to release the beast
Get up
Everybody get up
Get up

Quiereme mucho, dulce amor mio
que amante siempre te adorar
Yo con tus besos y tus caricias
mis sufrimientos acallar
Yours till the stars lose their glory
Yours till the birds fail to sing
Yours till the end of life’s story
My love to you dear, I’ll bring
Yours in the grey of December
Here, and on far distant shores
I’ll never love any one the way I love you
How could I, for I was born to be just yours.
Yours till the stars lose their glory
Yours till the birds fail to sing
Yours till the end of life’s story
My love to you dear, I’ll bring
Yours in the grey of December
Here, and on far distant shores
I’ll never love any one the way I love you
How could I, for I was born to be just yours.
Yours till the stars lose their glory
Yours till the birds fail to sing
Yours till the end of life’s story
My love to you dear, I’ll bring
Yours in the grey of December
Here, and on far distant shores
I’ll never love any one the way I love you
How could I, for I was born to be just yours.

[Verse:]
We’re on the road again and there ain’t no time for sleep
Working real hard ’cause it’s where we want to be
on nothing but toast and Vegemite
Bottle’s getting empty, it’ll start a fight
If we don’t fall asleep in the van
We’re looking for some brown sugar
in the hot chocolate –
Five hours a day lugging gear
And for what?
So we can play an hour show then do it again?

[Pre-Chorus]
And we’re travelling all this road to somewhere
Try to get this message home if your still there.

[Chorus:]
And it’s cold
Tired eyes
Not a prayer (radio version: day) goes by we’re not stuck inside
But I know
Given choice
That there’s no freakin way that I’d trade my place (on the move OR for you)

Been sitting in the van ten hours straight
We gotta keep it moving
We don’t wanna be late
We need a bus cause we got no grunts
or we need a van because we smashed it up
Pull it over and get some gas
But we figured out that we ain’t got no cash
Spend five hours a day lugging gear
And for what?
So we can play an hour show just to get our shot.

[Chorus:]
And it’s cold
Tired eyes
Not a prayer (radio version: day) goes by we’re not stuck inside
But I know
Given choice
That there’s no freakin way that I’d trade my place (on the move OR for you)

[Chorus Sideline:]
Well we’re taking this road
And it’s the road that we’re taking
Wasting time while we’re sleeping
When we’re sleeping, time’s a wasting
Well we’re doing what we know
And we know what we’re doing
Which makes the sound that we’re giving
And we’re giving the sound