All The Way Live Lyrics - Set It Off - Thousand Foot Krutch

F-f-funk it, f-f-funk it 

F-f-funk it, f-f-funk it up 

F-f-funk it, f-f-funk it, ohh 

Let's funk it up 

Relate, vacate, what's today's rate? 

In this day 'n' age, ain't nobody safe 

Get'cha got'cha, yo, who shot'cha? 

I must warn ya, it's that way, California 

No one's givin', everyone's takin' 

Who set's off the moves, you're makin'? 

Huh, we're bringin' it, got you singin' it 

Hold on tight 'cause' this might sting a bit 

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Now, bring it back 

Yo, I gotta let my peeps know 

Success ain't rated by how much dough you hold 

Ha, huh, huh and it don't make sense 

To live your whole life for the dollars an' cents 

'Cause this greed is killin' us by the hundreds 

Ya sittin' on a million but ya still wonderin' 

I guess happiness ain't a fish you can't catch 

Fool ya lookin' in the wrong direction 

It don't matter whether ya rich or not 

'Cause if ya gone, ya gone, ain't nothin' ya got 

It matters most in this circle of life 

If ya find your reason for being here 

If ya don't know, listen here 

It's outlined in the book of life 

You want things to make sense? 

Take a U turn, make it right 

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For the two triple zero 

We come hummin' 

My hand grippin' the mic tight 

That's how I'm comin' 

All the way live 

All the way live 

All the way live 

All the way live 

Uh, feel the funk, make it rough 

It's just something that happens, we try hard to deny 

We'll find out when it happens, it's in the air tonight 

Here it comes now, fast like a gun now, on the run now? 

Turn to number one, now, ya feet slowing 

You're crazy and tired, come back 

Hit me, sometimes, life is tricky 

The stickman comes along to stick me 

Flick me, he cannot get with me 

Got saved 'n' got the victory, ooh 

Now who planned this? The Krutch don't miss 

With that funked out twist to get'cha on the canvas 

We are the ill type but only when we grip mics 'n' TFK 

Be the squad that'll burn out the lights 

Like that, [Incomprehensible] 

Gettin' upon the drum track 

Crack back ya speaker, stack to be exact 

Come and keep ya eyes on the clock 

We rip mics of all types when we rock 

On and on and on 'n' they'll be no frontin' 

'Cause this is how I'm comin' 

All the way live 

All the way live 

All the way live 

All the way live 

Uh, feel the funk, make it rough 

All the way live 

All the way live 

All the way live 

All the way live