Jump Up! Songtext
von Dr. Syntax
Jump Up! Songtext
Raise your glass and drown your sorrows
Drink up like there′s no tomorrow
Raise your glass and drown your sorrows
Yo, everybody in the building jump up
And get rowdy like you're starting a punch-up
Because once in a while it′s time to go dumb
Make the dance floor feel like a rugby scrum
I get hype, let me show you why I deserve it
Every show I'm involved in gets murdered
At your service without gas burners
I make the whole club feel hotter than a furnace
I've got one purpose: leaving you exerted
Backing out like a power grid short-circuit
This is my version of Missy doing "Work It"
Jump around, get chucked about ′til your shirt rips
And anyone feeling long in the tooth
Here′s a sure-fire way to hold onto your youth
Roll to the bar, grab a bottle or two
And don't stop ′til you talk straight gobbledygoop
Just
Raise your glass and drown your sorrows
Drink up like there's no tomorrow
Raise your glass and drown your sorrows
Everybody in the building jump up
And get rowdy like you′re starting a punch-up
Because once in a while it's time to go dumb
Just stomp on the spot ′til you scuff your Dunks
This one's for the kids at the front going crazy
Fresh-faced, half of them hardly look 18
Too young to remember the rave scene
But act like it's ′91 and they′ve taken eight beans
And this one's for the crew at the back
Acting like anything new is just wack
Now I don′t have to do something retro
Old-school heads know Ben sets dough from the get-go
Got the crowd shouting my name like an echo
Saying I'm the one like Neo without the trench coat
Do as I do, fuck, do as I said so
I′m blowing all my dough and waking up in a hedgerow
Let yourself go and just
Raise your glass and drown your sorrows
Drink up like there's no tomorrow
Raise your glass and drown your sorrows
Everybody in the building jump up
And get rowdy like you′re starting a punch-up
Because once in a while it's time to go dumb
To some raw raps kicked over P-funk drums, um
You might see me all crazy drunk
Bugged out, getting messy like a trail of crumbs
And I'll probably wake up feeling 81
But see I′m here to show lightweights the way it′s done
Drink up like there′s no tomorrow
Raise your glass and drown your sorrows
Yo, everybody in the building jump up
And get rowdy like you're starting a punch-up
Because once in a while it′s time to go dumb
Make the dance floor feel like a rugby scrum
I get hype, let me show you why I deserve it
Every show I'm involved in gets murdered
At your service without gas burners
I make the whole club feel hotter than a furnace
I've got one purpose: leaving you exerted
Backing out like a power grid short-circuit
This is my version of Missy doing "Work It"
Jump around, get chucked about ′til your shirt rips
And anyone feeling long in the tooth
Here′s a sure-fire way to hold onto your youth
Roll to the bar, grab a bottle or two
And don't stop ′til you talk straight gobbledygoop
Just
Raise your glass and drown your sorrows
Drink up like there's no tomorrow
Raise your glass and drown your sorrows
Everybody in the building jump up
And get rowdy like you′re starting a punch-up
Because once in a while it's time to go dumb
Just stomp on the spot ′til you scuff your Dunks
This one's for the kids at the front going crazy
Fresh-faced, half of them hardly look 18
Too young to remember the rave scene
But act like it's ′91 and they′ve taken eight beans
And this one's for the crew at the back
Acting like anything new is just wack
Now I don′t have to do something retro
Old-school heads know Ben sets dough from the get-go
Got the crowd shouting my name like an echo
Saying I'm the one like Neo without the trench coat
Do as I do, fuck, do as I said so
I′m blowing all my dough and waking up in a hedgerow
Let yourself go and just
Raise your glass and drown your sorrows
Drink up like there's no tomorrow
Raise your glass and drown your sorrows
Everybody in the building jump up
And get rowdy like you′re starting a punch-up
Because once in a while it's time to go dumb
To some raw raps kicked over P-funk drums, um
You might see me all crazy drunk
Bugged out, getting messy like a trail of crumbs
And I'll probably wake up feeling 81
But see I′m here to show lightweights the way it′s done
Writer(s): Benjamin William Hughes, Peter Cameron Buchanan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
