Letras:
Elvis Jackson Get Up

up, I need to own up Because I stopped dreaming as soon as she showed up Thought that my life was complete when we shacked up, But still you gotta dream with relationships wrapped up

cause we made it through the rain put your hands up in the sky like you're tryna touch a plane I feel so alive, so alive [Fazer] It's time to get dark

, it might get you my friend If that fever starts to get you Lay back son, you just might explode If that fever starts to get you Lay back son, you just

Hot Chili Peppers We on fire, sold out arenas tearin' up tour buses You know how we get down, rock on, hold up, hold up, hold up Tryin' get the Ozzy

Snow in a soulless city Covers up the cracks in the road As a wastrel buys her cigarettes And wipes her pretty nose Like a part-time Elvis imitator These

up, I need to own up Because I stopped dreaming as soon as she showed up Thought that my life was complete when we shacked up, But still you gotta dream with relationships wrapped up

new Red Hot Chili Peppers We on fire Sold out arenas Tearin up tour busses You Know how we get down. HaHa Rock On, Hol Up, Hol Up, Hol Up Tryna get the

bugged nigga I cut your bitch-ass up, leave your legs under the rug nigga Who want the whiplash? Cigarette burns, broken face hair pinned up in a cast

get a rope Bill Clinton hacked and mangled Monika her entrails tangled Lady Die, death expected El Duce, resurrected Jon Benet a bloody mass Dead Elvis a spear up