Get Your Shit Together - Rothstein

Wellfleet sand in our socks, in our hair

Girl your love feels like when my pops wasn’t there

I don’t mind, I don’t leave, I don’t stop, I don’t care

But when it breaks will my heart pay the hospital fare

Ten toes down, thats in everything I do

Ten years in it ain’t good enough for you

Make no bread, I don’t get no major deal

What if I do and then I leave and I forget the way it feels

To be this lonely, to be this broke

To be this hungry, to be this dope

To me it’s funny

I don’t think i should be doing these shows for 200 a pop now

But I need the money

(Bridge)

So long to the postman

Pitbull ate my homework

Sky fell and we both ran

Both ran till our toes hurt

Both hands on the dozier

Twelve xans you a poser

Mow grass for exposure

Both grasping for closure

Toe tag for the culture

Slow dance with a toaster

Poach fans for the growth spurt

Hold hands till it’s over

Dope brands yelling «Zoltan!»

sniffing cocaine off a poster

Coast boys in this bitch now make a slow pan to the chauffeur

I don’t take nothing for granted, I really grew up on Granite

I’m from a whole other planet

This here an ode for the seeds that I’ve sewed and I’ve planted

I’m older than ever, I’m low but I manage

Hoping the damage is all the way done

Seen some my friends that turned all the way numb

Hoping they scope out they anger inside them & smoke it

They don’t?

Then it’s all they become

You wouldn’t think its a game, if you knew you’d already won

You wouldn’t think you knew anything if you knew anything

You would know everything

You would pray hard to stay young

I learned it all from my bitch

She put me on to the fact that I’m terribly selfish

She showed me love

She gave me everything, I render therapy helpless

Twenty four years old, get your shit together

You ain’t shit, you ain’t grown, get your shit together

You ain’t never gonna blow, get your shit together

She gon leave if you don’t, get your shit together