Get By

(الألبوم: Best In The Burbs - 2010)

Yeah, I'm just tryna' to get by man, you know
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah

[Hook:]
Grind every minute of my day tryna get by
And if I don't reach the fortune and the fame I can always get high
Rolling up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la
La, la, la, la la la
Stay rolling up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la
Get high

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Hello, my name's Christian, steady flame spitting
Treble, bass, and drum takes out the same system
Liu Kang kicking, Sugar Shane hitting
Mary Jane twisting, that's my main mission
David Blaine magician, vanish into thin air
If they got a beat to spit on, I be in there
Cause I rock skills, and I pop 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 grinding stop
Explore the internet, light up the FireFox
This isn't AOL, but I'm living A-OK
Philosophize, think the Socrates and Plato way
Never fade away, this the raw shit
Blueprint, Stan Lee couldn't draw this
Flow a perfect 10, 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
Sizzling piff, how I spit, try to riddle me this
Bitch

[Hook:]
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
Rolling up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la
La, la, la, la la la
Stay rolling up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la
Get high

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
Rocking a new shirt, find your chick and do work
Hopping on every step to the top like living 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 flipping to tracks, spitting and ad libbing
While we living let's enjoy it
On this planet earth before we destroy it
Cause now it seems we can't avoid it
They talk about 2012, 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, light up a dub sack
Yeah we love that, THC and blunt wraps
Bust raps spitting dirty as a mud flap
Since I was nothing but a rug rat
This is the life I've chosen, or has it chosen me?
But I'm just tryna be the man that I should hope to be
Another dope MC, out in the open sea
Hoping that the sharks ain't approaching me
Totally mind in tact, and I don't do it for the money stacks
Just a head nod and some firm dabs
Running laps tryna stay on track
Just tryna get by, what's the matter with that, Jack?

[Hook:]
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
Rolling up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la
La, la, la, la la la
Stay rolling up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la
Get high