Get By Lyrics - Best In The Burbs - Chris Webby

Yeah 

I'm just trying to get by man, you know 

Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah 

[Chorus:] 

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 

Rollin' up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la 

La, la, la, la la la 

Stay rollin' up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la 

Get high 

[Verse 1:] 

(Yeah, yeah) 

Hello, my name's Christian, steady flame spittin' 

Treble, bass, and drum takes out the same system 

Liu Kang kickin', Sugar Shane hittin' 

Mary Jane twistin', that's my main mission 

David Blaine magician, vanish into thin air (air) 

If they got a beat to spit on, I be in there 

'Cause I rock skills (skills?), and I pop pills (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-I'll 

They make a track, we forget em' like Sarah Marshall 

24/7 never will the grindin' stop 

Explore the internet, light up the FireFox 

This isn't AOL but I'm livin' A-OK 

Philosophize, think the Socrates and Plato way 

Never fade away, this the raw shit 

Blue print, Stanley couldn't draw this 

Flow a perfect 10, heat-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 

[Chorus:] 

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 

Rollin' up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la 

La, la, la, la la la 

Stay rollin' up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la 

Get high 

[Verse 2:] 

(Uh huh) 

Rockin' a new shirt, find your chick and do work 

Hoppin' on every step to the top like livin' 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 flippin' to tracks, spittin' and ad libbing 

While we livin' let's enjoy it 

On this planet earth before we destroy it 

Cause now it seems we can't avoid it 

They talk about 2010, 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 spittin' dirty as a mud flap 

Since I was nothin' but a rug rat 

This is the life I've chosen, or has it chosen me 

But I'm just tryin'a be the man that I should hope to me 

Another dope MC, out in the open sea 

Hopin' that the sharks aren't approachin' me 

Totally mind in tact, and I don't do it for the money stacks 

Just a head nod and some firm dabs 

Runnin's tryin'a stay on track 

Just tryin'a get by, what's the matter with that, Jack? 

[Chorus:] 

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 

Rollin' up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la 

La, la, la, la la la 

Stay rollin' up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la 

Get high 

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