Livin Songtext
von Remi

Tryna get shit moving, brain cells stinging
From no sleep, and the smoke we′re breathing
Because everyone's got to make a living
Get shit moving, brain cells stinging
From no sleep, and the smoke we′re breathing
Because everyone's got to make a living


I see clones everywhere, I'm George Lucas
I′ve listened to Morpheus way too much
′Cause I feel I've been unplugged, looking through weed smoke
I see the man now, and he don′t give two fucks
He's saying we should "Get up, get out and break even
The fact that you′re breathing is a blessing from your Jesus
So that should be enough to get you through to the weekend"
What, and die working for computers at our jobs like Steve did?
Or maybe doing hard labour until you're bleeding
Like people having babies they don′t want or need yet
Even Stevie can see that it's nonsense
To work so the boss can get some new Beamers
Fuck that arsehole, if he wants a castle
Then tell him he's dreaming, what has he done for me?
Except give me this pay cheque, oh so measly
And give me more grief than a cemetery, shit
That′s why I′ve gotta lead, I can't follow, I′ve got product to offer
Uh, it's so hot that the cops want it in lock-up
So me and my team are full speed till we fuck up
We′re not like Dwayne Johnson, we won't stop the rock
But we′ve got no sponsors for our world vision
That's why we're up late nights like advertisements
For Adult Friend Finder, as well as working nine-to-five
It′s grind or die when you and your guys are tryna

Tryna get shit moving, brain cells stinging
From no sleep, and the smoke we′re breathing
Because everyone's got to make a living
Get shit moving, brain cells stinging
From no sleep, and the smoke we′re breathing
Because everyone's got to make a living


Maybe I got it twisted
Maybe there was a class on how to think and I missed it
But I have got so many homies going bald as Moby
′Cause they're stretched out, life got ′em fisted
We fucked around at school 'cause they taught nothing of interest
We would've failed everything from math to piss tests
Some of these kids left to start street science
Got charged like matador for trying to shift methamphetamine
You know, on some Heisenberg shit
Now they′re grown, smoking at home, fly as some bird shit
Other kids dropped out and decided to start building
Working with hands like their colleague is German
But we can′t all get cash from tool like Menard's
So the appeal of breaking your back will fade fast
But when your missus is othered up
Like a Simpson, you′re kind of stuck
That's why our rental homes are furnished with hard rubbish
But that′s living

Get shit moving, brain cells stinging
From no sleep, and the smoke we're breathing
Because everyone′s got to make a living
Get shit moving, brain cells stinging
From no sleep, and the smoke we're breathing
Because everyone's got to make a living

Uh, uh, uh
To the guys studying to get their money
Yeah, you should throw your hands up (Up)
Throw your hands up (Up)
To my ladies at university getting their purses heavy, hands up (Up)
Throw your hands up (Up)
And surrender, ′cause you are the Futurama on three-day benders
But I hope your dreams come to fruition
And you made the right decision, also hope you′re scholarship-ing
If not, you've got one piece of paper and debt from tuition
That′s living

Tryna get shit moving
Because everyone's got to make a living
Get shit moving
Because everyone′s got to make a living