Get My sh*t Together lyrics
by OnCue
[Verse 1]
My heart can't keep quiet no, no more
Always being broke boy
That bullsh*t is folklore
Disappeared for three years
Came back and now have my own tour
You didn't think I'd be here
But I've been plottin since '04
Rapping really mean it
Then I squared over that old boy
Back when I was a teenager
I shoplift like the whole store, the whole store
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Shootin that, I mean sniffin that
Pain all up in my past
When I raced home to pin my raps
Daydreams 'bout getting that cash
Somethings is hard to let go
Those said they won't see me fall
But goddamn I finally got my glow
Like, like woo
All I ever wanted in this world is some motherf*cking loot
Never take a L when my brother take a noof
f*ck you if you ever thought us a fluke
I'm Simba, I'm Neo, I'm David, I'm Luke
I'm Goku too all them times two
Ain't sh*t you can say. you ain't got no proof
'Til I'm dead in a box
Hands crossed on a suit like
[Hook]
I think it's bout time I get my sh*t together
Say oh yeah, uh oh
I swear to God that I'm going to get my sh*t together
Say oh yeah, uh oh
I'mma call your phone to get my sh*t together
Say oh yeah, uh oh
I'mma call you up, call you up babe
Get my sh*t together babe, get my sh*t together babe
[Verse 2]
Too much weight up on my shoulders
Why you think I'm chain smoking
That's why I go dumb up in the booth
Just like my brain broken
Vision this sh*t way back when
Damn I saw a lane open
No I do not have no friends
I do not share the same notion
Damn I'm flowing
What's that sh*t that Maki loaded
Please no more of them c*ckroaches
Futon on the floor I was dozin
Like I was f*cking damn near homeless
Think I'm glad I wrote this
You could repeat the process
Just that real sh*t, only make you feel sh*t
Don't talk to none of my ex's
f*ck em raw. I should probably get tested
Those wrongs should've learned my lesson
Tell em all that I'm not flexin'
Goddamnit, say Lord knows
My mom call the phone for so long
And I channel that anger
Writin' words with a pen tryna give me hope
Find a handle on that paper
Then my pops went put that on the stones
Tryna turn my goals to vapour
But it's hard to let old habits go
[Hook]
I think it's bout time I get my sh*t together
Say oh yeah, uh oh
I swear to God that I'm going to get my sh*t together
Say oh yeah, uh oh
I'mma call your phone to get my sh*t together
Say oh yeah, uh oh
I'mma call you up, call you up babe
Get my sh*t together babe, get my sh*t together babe
Time to get my sh*t together
Uh oh
Time to get my sh*t together
Uh oh
I'mma call your phone to get my sh*t together
Oh yeah
I'mma call you, call you up babe
Get my sh*t together babe, get my sh*t together babe