Pull up
Chorus
Just came here to do an art, just do me
Not listen to you talk bullsh** philosophy
Yea so put your hands up
And pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up
Just put your hands up
And pull up, pull up
Then reverse it
Thought I wasn't wasting my time
Except no one listens to me might have to speak mime
This art sh** is mine, the raps about the rhyme
Or the line, or the crime
But without that I'm about to make it my time
My time to shine, use rhyme sublime
Then use it to intertwine, with this artist lifestyle
Not talk some true sh** in a while
Just put it in lyrics I leave it in a word file
Microsoft word see I'm old school
So old school I'm still using the paint tool
Na not really, that sh** silly, need to make some money will only stop at a trilly
No longer cold, not cool just chilly
Need to stop hanging round the edges all frilly
Feeling unnecessary
Contemporary yet legendary
Like old rappers who are still using a blackberry
But I'm iPhone iPhone writing on my iPhone
Writing all these lyrics so these rappers getting pwned
And an apple computer is the only Mac I've ever owned
So for spitting gangsta rap I'd think I'd rather unload
Chorus
Just came here to do an art, just do me
Not listen to you talk bullsh** philosophy
Yea so put your hands up
And pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up
Just put your hands up
And pull up, pull up
Then reverse it
My mother call me tells me about my sister
Then I feel bad that I don't even miss her
Don't worry I'm not about to go and diss her
I'm just saying I'm too caught up just trying to be a spitter
Older brother feeling like a baby sitter
Cause my new flat mates a year younger, think they're funner
I've just done all the sh** before so go complain about another
I'm boring, I'm snoring, cause i gotta get up in the morning
Unless I'm writing songs, maybe this song is a warning
Global warming, cause of me, cause I'm so hot you see
Get this fire burning like a std pee
But for real though it is real so let's sort it out please
Not wanting to be political and sound like a c*nt
Just being upfront so don't come up and try a punt
Or a punch, girl I'll take you out to lunch
Instead of sitting on the couch eating monster munch
I miss girlfriend man, I miss her more than anything
Don't worry this isn't a love song I'm not about to sing
Just a point I needed to say so don't call me gay
I know you will anyway even though it make so little sense
Just my two pence, two cents but in not sending across the pond
Cause if it fell in, a dream came true that would be wrong
Mostly because I don't want it to be that long
I think that lines a good way to end this song
Chorus
Just came here to do an art, just do me
Not listen to you talk bullsh** philosophy
Yea so put your hands up
And pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up
Just put your hands up
And pull up, pull up
Then reverse it
Outro
Pull up pull up
Pull up pull up
Chorus
Just came here to do an art, just do me
Not listen to you talk bullsh** philosophy
Yea so put your hands up
And pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up
Just put your hands up
And pull up, pull up
Then reverse it