Get It Back - Struggle Jennings, Bubba Sparxxx

People in the trenches hear this song, they feeling that

I been on the top and lost it all, I’ll get it back

Every word in this song, I’m living that

Somewhere along the way I got lost, I’ll bring it back

People in the trenches hear this song, they feeling that

I been on the top and lost it all, I’ll get it back

Every word in this song, I’m living that

Somewhere along the way I got lost, I’ll bring it back

I breathe life into these deadly situations

Hello from the bottom, look mama, we almost made it

Haters pay attention to the henchmen, they’re relentless

Almost lost my life by inches in an instance, it’s so senseless

Tension has been endless, I’ve never sat the benches

Jumped the hurdles, climbed the fences, dug myself out of the ditches

Face first into trenches, wiped the mud off of my lenses

Now, I’m back with a vengeance, hear the lickin'-ass repentence

My intentions never been get rich at someone elses expenses

Did my sentence standing tall, cut 'em short I hear they snitchin'

I won’t mention all the bitches that was wishin' I was finished

Speakin' to the real, so all my people ridin' with me

People in the trenches hear this song, they feeling that

I been on the top and lost it all, I’ll get it back

Every word in this song, I’m living that

Somewhere along the way I got lost, I’ll bring it back

People in the trenches hear this song, they feeling that

I been on the top and lost it all, I’ll get it back

Every word in this song, I’m living that

Somewhere along the way I got lost, I’ll bring it back

Lord, give it back, I’m screamin' inside and I know you been hearin' that

Over ten years I sat inside a prison of fear, and it’s steeled my feelings there

No cryin' and moanin', Chevy diesel, Georgia tag on it

Same road, different path on it, and I stayed ready for any pussy that want it

Now, love up, hate down, Bubba may clown but rest assured

You boy never laid down, what you say now, should I translate the message, sir

I was made in that red clay dirt, it sculpted me and it runs through me

I can’t explain, it does something to me

I can transition in 1−2-3 from country cool into unruly

Like every other person in my lineage

I wonder why it’s so fun to me, you never heard me say we were the prettiest

Just the grittiest, and then a little bourbon be the shittiest idiots

How silly can we really get?

Lord, I know this isn’t it, whatever it really is, please get that we’re

feeling it

People in the trenches hear this song, they feeling that

I been on the top and lost it all, I’ll get it back

Every word in this song, I’m living that

Somewhere along the way I got lost, I’ll bring it back

People in the trenches hear this song, they feeling that

I been on the top and lost it all, I’ll get it back

Every word in this song, I’m living that

Somewhere along the way I got lost, I’ll bring it back