Get Down lyrics

by

Butch Walker


So you had a lot of friends, big black Benz
Rockin' like "Dokken" til the party ends
Pink champagne, can't complain, everyone's there for you
Messed up hair, messed up nose
Cocaine habit that no one knows about
Even thought the lies get told, everybody knows the truth

Can ya get down?
I don't wanna be around
When you come down
Get your feet back on the ground
Can ya get down?
You ain't acting like you're suppose to
When you fall down, will it even make a sound

'Cause you're a boom batter and your wallet's getting fatter
Fatter
Livin' for yourself thinkin' no one else will even matter
Skeezin' and you sneezing, your allergic to the normal crowd
I heard you were from Cartersville
(Oh my God, don't say that too loud!)
So afraid that they're gonna know, that you're gonna show that you're normal
Normal? (normal!)
sh*t I'd better fight, overdose, date a model I suppose
Everything'll be alright
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