How I Got Over Lyrics - Teenage Fanclub

Chorus: 

(uh, ha-huh. uh, ha-huh) Out on the streets (Yeah) 

Where I grew up (ah-hah) 

First thing they teach us: (uh) 

Not to give a fuck (Yeah, C'mon baby) 

That type of thinking cant get you nowhere (Oh ??) 

Someone has to care. 

Verse 2: 

How I got over 

Where the people come apart 

Dont nobody care about cha 

Only thing you got is God. 

Out here in these streets 

If you get down on your luck 

You can stand up 

With a hand down 

But nobody give a fuck. 

Out here in these streets 

Every man is for himself 

They Aint helpin noone else 

Its a hazard to your health. 

Livin life in these cold streets. 

(Hey) Whose worryin bout cha babe 

When you wiln(?) out? 

Runnin around in these streets. 

Chorus: 

Out on the streets 

Where I grew up (How I got over) 

First thing they teach us: 

Not to give a fuck. (How I got over) 

That type of thinking cant get you nowhere (How I got over) 

Someone has to care. (Ya) 

Verse 2: 

When you on the corners too much drama 

Livin with the police right behind ja 

It's always more than a slight reminda 

We livin in a war zone like Rwanda. 

Before I go back to the heavenly fatha 

Pray for me if it aint too much botha. 

Whatever dont break me or make me stronga 

I feel like I cant take too much longa. 

Its too much lyin 

And too much fryin 

Im all cried out cause I grew up cryin 

They all got a sales pitch I aint buyin 

They tryin to convince me that I aint tryin. 

We uninspired 

We unadmired 

And tired and sick of being sick and tired. 

A living in the hood where the shots are fired 

We dyin to live, so to live we dyin. 

You just like I am. 

Chorus: 

Out on the streets (Uh) 

Where I grew up (How I got over) 

First thing they teach us: 

Not to give a fuck. (How I got over) 

That type of thinking cant get you nowhere (Ya, somebody, somewhere) 

Someone has to care. (Somebodys gotta care) 

Verse 3: 

And I swear it isn't fair 

In suspended animation 

We ain't tryin' to go nowhere. 

Out here in these streets 

We're so young and all alone 

We ain't even old enough to realize we're on our own. 

Livin' life in these hard streets 

Where it's like they lost their mind 

Is there anyway to find? 

are we runnin' out of time out here? 

Listen, hey 

Who's worryin' about cha babe 

When you wiln'(?) out? 

Runnin' 'round in these streets. 

Chorus: x3 

Out on the streets (Uh) 

Where I grew up (How I got over) 

First thing they teach us: 

Not to give a fuck. (How I got over) 

That type of thinking cant get you nowhere (Ya, somebody, somewhere) 

Someone has to... 

Out on the streets 

Where I grew up 

First thing they teach us: 

Not to give a fuck 

That type of thinking cant get you nowhere 

Someone has to care.