Peer Pressure Anthem

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Jump higher, get louder
Next move within the next hour
Everybody got select powers
Some sweet some get sour
Get louder, jump higher
Set it off just like a house fire Throw ya worries out
And let em expire
This is our party
So raise ya cups higher
Jump higher, get louder
Get louder, jump higher
Jump higher, get louder
Get louder, jump higher
Jump higher, get louder
Get louder, jump higher
Jump higher, get louder
Jump higher, get louder
Heard you was tired and sober
Woke up in the morning
More chips on ya shoulders Checking yo planner
And yo week is loaded
You need you a break
Don't fight it cuz you know it
You show it
It's written all over yo face
You goin out every night
Just to cover yo pain
Screw yo blessings
You try'na get lucky today
I got four leaves for ya clover
Okay
You could sip you some drank
Or could spark up a blunt
Or you tryna get laid by the night
With yo stunts
Anything just to try and
Forget all yo struggles
Put off til tomorrow
Wake up to another
I know what you want
And I know why you here
Take a good look around Everybody has fears
But tonight is yo chance
Drop it all and get wasted
Until there's tomorrow
(Which route are you taking?)
Jump higher, get louder
Get louder, jump higher
Jump higher, get louder
Get louder, jump higher
Jump higher, get louder
Get louder, jump higher
Jump higher, get louder
Jump higher, get louder
Shit
Life could be like
A box of chocolates
Some bites sweet
Til you hit darkness
With the obstacles
And shit get bitter
You activate yo fight or flight
But strive or turn to a quitter
You got
Little Mrs. or mister
Sitting on ya shoulders
One in white the other crimson Yank at the hairs on ya
Chinny chin chin
Like you the Fiddler
One is on beat
The other throwing off yo Rhythm
But is somehow so convincing Telling you
Jump higher get louder
Oh my gosh look at the hour
Call it in but you ain't slick
Or sick you coward
You on strike two
With sixty fouls, you simply foul
All them long talks
Ya folks gave ya
You would note take
With no ink
Now you got low paper
I can promise
Living check to check
Won't save ya, playa
Thought you'd just wake up
And convey a better image
With yo pants on conveyor belts
That don't change the fact
You stay evading help
Knowledge priceless
But you got a baby's wealth
Why you worried about
What a hater felt
Should be out here try'na
Learn to save yaself
Grind hard never play yaself
Make the only times
You face fear when you face God
And look in the mirror
And face yo self

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