Get Up - The Blow

Okay what’s your location?

I’m right here

Habitating in a human form on planet Earth where I was born, and

I like it here, I do, though

People tell me that this place is through, but

F that man I just got here

No one exists who’s not here

This is the the only place anyone is, and

I will admit, maybe I’m only here a bit

Some parts of me don’t fit here

They go bulging out into the ether

It’s like the front of my face

Is all that really gets to be here, but

I want to come through, persist, I want to form all my cells into the shape of

a fist

I’ll be going at the air until there’s room to exist

I’m like, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up

Real life is little spaces, gotten so expensive

Can’t buy so I just rent it

I should have been here in a better, former, cheaper era, but

I guess I just showed up too late to get the 3D real-estate

It’s like I came a little late to the orgy

All the piles on the floor there are no openings for me, but

It’s cool, kiddos

We all get to live inside the internet ghetto

It’s great, there’s so much space it looks just like real life

It’s just all made of light

But alright!

we can work with the light

I can build a little world in my mind

And someday I’ll make it to the end in real life

I’m like, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up

Sometimes I go out of body

No one can stop me, like, I’m inside your head right now, and

Good luck getting me out

I’mma take whatever space I can find

I’ll make it nice so you won’t mind

'Cuz your brain is a place I can live if you care

Hide your likes and ignoring what’s up out there

Literally everything’s been all bought up by a handfull of desperate hoarders

They’re like, «more more more» until the whole world looks like Mordor

Sheesh, guys, why?

I guess they’re sad inside

They want to build little ego-bridges up to the sky

And they want more, but what’s left?

the air?

The hoarders want to hoard the atmosphere, yeah

They pay the air to be their focus

He slips in my head and treats me rough

The call starts coming from inside of the house

It says «give up, give up, give up, give up»

And I get it

You’re trying to scare me out of my skin

Control my body like a fear-fed zombie, but I jump back in

Push those f-ers out of my mind

'Cuz they can own the whole world, okay fine

But this is 57 kilograms of mine all mine

I’m gonna get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up

All you have is your perspective

Air can be part receptive

I said «get out,» he respected it

Someday we’ll all be dust

And the award for «gives no fucks» goes to us

This is just one way of looking at it

We’re all standing around a planet

And it’s spinning around a giant ball of fire

Inside the planet there is also the fire

And nobody can own it because it’s way too hot

We’re gonna get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up

I think about the fire a lot

We’re gonna get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up

The heat comes up through my feet

I’m gonna get up, get up, get up, get up, get up