Blaming the man,
blaming the gods
nobody understands, you blaming the stars
blaming yourself, hating yourself
record exec blaming the sales,
fat man blaming the scale are you aiming to bail,
or aiming to rise ?
waiting to crawl away from it all or aiming to fly?
wanna draw in sand, or paint in the sky?
girl is your ass a six and a half, eight or a nine?
then say it's a ten,
then say it again
I make music to feel free and for paying the rent
I was blaming the rules, blaming the flu
blaming my school then blaming the booze, probably blaming you too
now your neighbors are blaming you for banging the beat
I can't blame them really it's invading the streets
caught for bank robbery, blame the damned lottery
I take the blame for a lot of things but not modesty
I got to rise up,
I got to, you got to, we got to
get up, out, over yourself and get busy
get up, out, over yourself and get busy
I got to rise up,
I got to, you got to, we got to
get up, out, over yourself and get busy
get up, out, over yourself and get busy
Man I'd have a lot of loot if they didn't download
and I need some auto-tune cus my record sound broke
got a lot of obsticles, hard to get around though...
nothing is impossible, up for the next round so
say it if you hate it but save it if you brownose
play it or throw it away man but I'm proud though
hate's a powerful thing, it brings you down bro
hard to get ahead when moon-walking in sourdough
I had it all well planned was king of the hill
but it all fail bad was drinking my meals
and missing a mil deal was tripping on pills
feel like smacking the mailman for bringing the bills
was blaming the rain and blaming the cold
blaming the snow, blaming the yay, and blaming the yo
it aint pretty but can't blame the city
my eyes' on tomorrow I'm trying to stay witty
I got to rise up
I got to, you got to, we got to
get up, out, over yourself and get busy
get up, out, over yourself and get busy
I got to rise up
I got to, you got to, we got to
get up, out, over yourself and get busy
get up, out, over yourself and get busy
When it all seems impossible
let them know
what you gone do then rise or fall?
let them know
through the storm and the rain like aint a thing
let them know
against all odds I came to win, yeah, I came to win
I got to rise up
I got to, you got to, we got to
get up, out, over yourself and get busy
get up, out, over yourself and get busy
I got to rise up
I got to, you got to, we got to
get up, out, over yourself and get busy
get up, out, over yourself and get busy