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letra de get up - christof bedé

[intro]
what time is it?

[chorus]
i could get up
but, if i get up, what the motherf-ck would i do?
i could get up
but, if i get up, what the motherf-ck would i do?
i gotta get up
but, if i get up, what the motherf-ck would i do?
i could get up
but, if i get up, what the motherf-ck would i do?

[verse: bowl frizell]
alarm sounds, so i slam it with a hammer
(ring)
scared me sh-tless and it nearly gave my heart a jammer
woke me up from a dream where i wasn’t bad with grammar
though the dream was pretty chill i really wasn’t that enamored
i’m a sleepy-head
so rolling out of bed
is easier said than done
especially whеn you’re feeling dead
inside, that’s no liе
when your girl gone, you lack a person by your side, see
(sob sob) (oh, god…)
yesterday, me and honeybuns
had a lot of funny-fun
water, clothes and food, cause i was jogging on a money run
(pant pant)
hummer in the woods
and tons of make-outs in the sunny sun
feeling real good about this girl who is my lovely one
(3,2,1…)
then the moods changed faster
her phone started buzzing
it was guay from the rafters
(guay from the rafters?)
i broke it off then and there
now i’m at a loss for laughter
(seriously?)
and in my bed, i’ll stay for days
cause there’s no happy ever after
[chorus]
i could get up
but, if i get up, what the motherf-ck would i do?
i could get up
but, if i get up, what the motherf-ck would i do?
i gotta get up
but, if i get up, what the motherf-ck would i do?
i could get up
but, if i get up, what the motherf-ck would i do?

[verse: christof bedé]
yeah waking up sucks
(yawn)
i know just as much as the next guy
but, with luck, this day won’t
f-ck me up the b-tt
but bring more than just a sh-tty feeling in my gut
the sunlight shine as the green trees line
the street so fine
in this city of mine
but i guess i’d never know because i’m stuck at home
sucking musky dust air from the ceiling so low
(cough cough)
it’s time to throw the duvet to the floor
grab my lucky underwear and sprint for the door
(pant pant)
one slip up here sends me spiraling in fear
(woaah)
to the realization that there’s nothing but the
searing, jeering rabble of the crowd outside
(aaah!)
one door between me and these pals of mine
run shivers down my spine
cause the people so near
so i hit the streets again
(beep beep)
and head back to the rear
[chorus]
i could get up
but, if i get up, what the motherf-ck would i do?
i could get up
but, if i get up, what the motherf-ck would i do?
i gotta get up
but, if i get up, what the motherf-ck would i do?
i could get up
but, if i get up, what the motherf-ck would i do?
get up!

- christof bede

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