#Jake one get er done instrumental full#

#Jake one get er done instrumental full#

Give 'em the full sum, so this genera-tion! I feel relaxed and ready to perform with energy and enthusiasm. I took a shot of alcohol and now I feel numb. Swallowed a shot of Play Hard, now I'm numb Until then, we will continue to party and live life to the fullest. 'Til then the party don't stop, 'til the sun They say that in the end times, a messiah will arrive.Īin't no side of him yet, I think he's on the runīut we have not seen any signs of him yet. They say in the last days the father's own child goin to come Overall, the lyrics delve into the complexities and uncertainties of the music industry and the struggle for success while maintaining a sense of self. He questions, who's the flyest and who's the highest? And who spits the vitamins for kids to digest? He reflects on the cost of success, who pays the check, and how the internet has changed the music industry game, blurring the lines between what’s real and fake. Meanwhile, Slug dives into discussions surrounding the music industry’s impact on artists, highlighting the pressure and complexity of maintaining a public persona. He then goes on about his journey in the rap game, as an oddball in the group, but still holding his own, working toward something greater for the next generation of artists. Posdnous opens with a reference to a biblical prophecy that says in the last days, the father’s child will come but he's not here yet, signaling the uncertainty of what's to come. The lyrics of Jake One’s “Oh Really” address themes of identity, success, and the music industry. Yep, 'cause we ain't tryin to waste a paycheck I'm goin to party like it's 19 - never mindĪnd take it back to when today was a better timeīefore the rap game became a soup ghetto lineīefore the paper it was flavor like a pepper grind Hopped on the stove top, stirred up the pot wrong The internet got us makin hits with people we ain't never metĪnd we ain't goin to stop until these motherfuckin cops gone The winner gets dinner yet who pays the check? So turn up the bass 'til it makes you feel air sickīut I ain't supposed to cry if I want to get respect It's cool your American, you can blame your parents So who's the flyest and who's the highest?Īnd who spits the vitamins for kids to digest?Īt the after party, With my bodyguards and my stylist? 'Til then I stay gold like Pony Boy (they young) Swooped it up, fed some birds, put the rest in the vault, keep it up In the leg, and you know he bled, shred in crumbs Head into the studio with the rhymes that's Homer spun 'Cause in the end, your goin to know (it's just begunnn!) I'm here to stun you, with the way I un-do, the mass thinkin, my career He majored in thumb sucking, without usin a thumb When I'm somewhere off the scene, I'm off wreckin your hun

Oddball out of the bunch but still ball with the best of 'emīeen a pop off play to a U-G-K like Pimp and BunĪnd when I'm somewhere in between, still second to none