Murs - Brand New Get Up lyrics

[Hook] Get out of your body Get out of your cup Get out your apartment Get out and get up Get out of tomorrow Get up out the cut Get up out the darkness Get out and get up You need to get up! [Verse 1: Murs] Get up, get out, cut that bullsh** out Word to Cee-Lo for the Green, I'll put a motherf**in' hit out Bullet in the Billboard charts, 'bout to k** the game Load up the mic and make your favorite rapper feel the pain B-b-b bustin' at ‘em, it's like we bussin' atoms About to blow the f** up until we touchin' Saturn And n-n-nothin' matters, this life is just a dream Why you just sittin' there? Get up and touch the screen [Hook] [Verse 2: Bernz] Top down music up, speeding down the interstate Just so I could feel alive, just to feel my heart race See I'm on my own sh**, play me at your own risk Broke outta my comfort zone and now I'm feeling focused Running the DOW with a pack of wolves that are wild And they hungry for somethin' new while your sleeping I hear 'em howling And what you give 'em? b**h I'm in my feelings I'm trying show you all was good but you just don't hear us [Hook] [Verse 3: Wrekonize] Get up and move like this may just be your last of chances (Go, Go) I been taking all kinds of stances This buildings cold as ice and prone to avalanches I need you all to move through s**ual advances (Aww sh**) I dig the way she dances She could teach college cla**es on how to shake your a**es (Ha) And if you unaware we making moves You better just go request the juice and get it up to [Hook] [Outro] She's bringing cupcakes? God damn, chocolate. God damn sauce. (I'm not eating any.) Yes you are. Yeah, I'm eating hers, what the f**. You can't just deny what's coming to you, and throw it away. What the f** kind of sh** is that? I married your a**, I get your god damn cupcake. You don't just f**in' bring it and send it back to the store and sh**. If we were a government cheese line and you couldn't eat cheese, I would still eat your cheese (Hashtag)