Get It Together Lyrics - Feedback - Jurassic 5

One, two, three 

Yeah, I'm tryin' to get it right, live my life right 

(Uh, huh) 

I want the things that come with the fast life 

But I don't wanna lose my soul, right, pay with my life 

I just wanna rock ice with my fresh Nike's 

(Yeah) 

'Cause the girls at the school think I dress nice 

(Yeah) 

The real thug niggaz, cool with a nigga, right 

(That's right) 

'Til one day after school, walkin' home, right 

(Uh, huh) 

Them same thug niggaz, ran up on a brother, right 

With three more I never met in my life 

(Damn) 

Axed me, where I'm from, banged on me, right 

(Where you from?) 

The brothers that I knew was up outta sight 

Man they made me get it together, now I ack right 

(Let's get it together) 

Trials and tribulations both got you accosted 

Understand I'm not the one, go tap some other resources 

The road that you travel gon' be paved in some gravel 

So before you try on jock me understand the shit is rocky 

I don't mean a boxer, Illy or Oscar 

I'm tryin' to spit some game, so your ass can prosper 

Pay a little dues, do a couple a shows 

Put a mix-tape out, man let's see how it goes 

My only good advise is to cut your own slice 

I mean, the world ain't gon' bite just 'cause you think you nice 

How can I be diplomatic when this ain't automatic? 

I'm gonna tell you right, this a roll of the dice 

(Let's get it together) 

Hey, being silent's the first sign 

If not being able to follow my first line 

I dirt-grind on my first, it works fine 

I'm alert but I been caught of guard at the worst time 

Yeah, I get apparent applause 

But do these people know my character flaws? 

I get embarrassed and pause, meticulous but never careless because 

I might be the one standin' on your terrace that falls 

And you can laugh, but it's therapeutic 

To talk about my faults of a [Incomprehensible]acoustic [Incomprehensible]dove shit 

We ain't perfect to fight, just ain't worth it 

Despite a stained surface, we gotta retain purpose 

(Let's get it together) 

I was a pick-a-the-litter when I was a little nigga 

My pops would turn preacher once my voice got deeper than his 

For all the times a nigga would vent 

I had to listen, he was payin' the rent and what he's sayin', he meant 

I'll admit, I was trippin' a bit 

I was hangin' with different chicks and we be wildin' and shit 

But I had to get a grip before the time ran out 

Or pop starts to trip, start puttin' me out 

But now I kinda see what he was talkin' about 

You can't live in somebody house and start airin' it out 

You got to be your own man and handle your biz 

And later on you can tell 'em what time it is 

(Let's get it together) 

For you and me , let's get it together 

For you and me , [Incomprehensible] together 

For you and me , let's get it together 

For you and me, oh, for you and me 

You and me, oh, for you and me 

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