[Verse 1] Stro Elliot
Look baby I'm a star, a city full of billboards
You know who we are in a place many would kill for
Portable lifestyle, right now leaving on a flight
Even though tonight, I ain't gonna sleep for 3 [bad word] I'm burning that midnight oil and I'm [bad word] They saying that I'm so spoiled that i got
3 candles and a watch
Payment for 30 hours of entertainment
Tonight, I feel famous
But, tomorrow this pain they tell me ain't important
Got me feeling out of order, I ain't bleeding I ignore it
See I really can't afford it
Gotta play with no insurance, got a quarter tank of gas in my '98 accord
I ain't poor, but really
I ain't shopping for much, honestly I'm not
Rolling monopoly boardwalk property
You name it, I've done it
And if you want it it'll cost you
More than it ought to
They say it's the life

[Hook:]
You see me now
It's a living, it's a hard life
And it's alright, but you gotta
Get up, go
Get up, go
Get up, go
Get up, go
You see the lights
They shine brighter when they're on
When they turn em' off
You gotta get on
Get up, go
Get up, go
Get up, go
Get up, go

[Verse 2] 20Syl
On dit qu'il est né dans un cocon, le cul calé dans du coton
Qu'il a pris du galon sans talent ni talon d'Achille
Qu'il le bras long et la réputation d'un frelon d'Asie
Qu'il a vite pris le melon 20syl
Allons ! tu crois vraiment qu'le soir j'emballe une ou deux belles au bois ?
Et qu'au petit matin je chie des oeufs de Beluga
J'la joue pas mélodrame, mais gars tu crois quoi ?
Qu'suis là depuis trois mois et qu'j'ai la gold de lady gaga?
Tu t'égares t'as pris du bois pour du métal
Tu crois que je suis là où tu n'es pas, du névada ou du népal
Tu m'vois déjà balle dans le crâne [bad word] une épave
Ca m'est égal
J'suis le même con que celui que tu aimes
Donc lève ton canon, ton verre, qu'on trinque
On a les mêmes ponts, la haine qu'on traine
Contre X ou Y, et les mêmes contraintes

[Hook:]
You see me now
It's a living, it's a hard life
And it's alright, but you gotta
Get up, go
Get up, go
Get up, go
Get up, go
You see the lights
They shine brighter when they're on
When they turn em' off
You gotta get on
Get up, go
Get up, go
Get up, go
Get up, go

[Verse 3] Mr. J. Medeiros
Never laugh at a dreamer whether your grass is as green
Or your passage is clean or clear it has to be seen
Nor should you covet your neighbor when your chucks are your tailor
And your [bad word] needs a trailer to make a buck you gotta shut up
And get started cutting your neighbors lawns it ain't a favor
Who yawns at getting paper when them greens
Be buying them greens you seem to favor
It means you need to labor no plan B's get up off your [bad word] knees
Unless you a man seeking his Savior then stand please
And take what you can from a land that don't hand things
Freely to those who understand these never forget
Clever is death when you were burdened by the treasure you left
Measure your steps with integrity some people need celebrities
Some people need the meds that these people feed to their pedigrees
The Beatles singing "let it be" will let them be them
If every man has got a melody well let it be penned

[Hook:]
You see me now
It's a living, it's a hard life
And it's alright, but you gotta
Get up, go
Get up, go
Get up, go
Get up, go
You see the lights
They shine brighter when they're on
When they turn em' off
You gotta get on
Get up, go
Get up, go
Get up, go
Get up, go