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Mick Jenkins
Mick Jenkins
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Mick Jenkins
Mick Jenkins
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Stefan Ponce
Stefan Ponce
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THEMpeople
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Stefan Ponce
Stefan Ponce
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Letras

[Verse 1]
Tell me what you waitin' on? Who you waitin' for?
Tell me how much time you wastin', please don't waste no more
[Verse 2]
Get up, get out, get down
Get up, get out, get down
(Move your body)
Get up, get out, get down
(Move your body)
Get up, get out, get down
(Move your body)
Get down, get down, get down, get down
[Verse 3]
Isn't it ironic, got 'em hooked on phonics
Mama used to think it was just chronic, it was all bad
It was all bad, it was all bad
Isn't it ironic, got 'em hooked on phonics
Mama used to think it was just chronic, it was all bad
It was all bad, it was all bad
Isn't it ironic, got 'em hooked on phonics
Mama used to think it was just chronic, it was all bad
It was all bad, it was all bad
An all we want to give you was a good time, some good vibes
[Verse 4]
Get up, get out, get down
Get up, get out, get down
(Move your body)
Get up, get out, get down
(Move your body)
Get up, get out, get down
(Move your body)
Get down, get down, get down, get down
[Verse 5]
Came in this bitch with intentions to black out
The audience all white, I thought we been blacks out
See, thirty-five show tour and I almost backed out a year ago
Back in my bag, back in the days, a young **** trapped out the pad
Couple of ounces, no, it wasn't too bad
Cup full of water, I be missing my dad
Told my love that I would do him one better
That's on my kidneys, my piss so much clearer
Down to the letter, you can't offend me, it's February
Man, everybody's shoulder's cold
Everybody know it's gold, drifted in the pro position
Everybody holdin' O's, ball in yours in no time
Balls in your court, know it's go time
We didn't come for Gold Line from that Southside Chicago, I got that
I can't go, ma, I'm still underground
Pay attention, that's a gold mine
Old time, why you talkin' paper? I'm still for mine, ****
[Verse 6]
And I wake up feeling good, let me pipe, let me blow
Send a text, watch y'all **** on the deck, let me know
Get up, get out, get down
Get up, get out, get down
Get up, get out, get down
And I wake up feeling good, let me pipe, let me blow
Send a text, watch y'all **** on the deck, let me know
Get up, get out, get down
Get up, get out, get down
Get up, get out, get down
Get up
Written by: Mick Jenkins
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