[Intro: Kevin Olusola]
It's so hard when people knock you down and tell you that you're never gonna get a shot at glory
But that's when you rise to the challenge, cause it's your time, your moment, and nothing can stop us now!
[Verse 1: Scott Hoying (Kirstin Maldonado)]
PTX, get up!
What it is, what it does, what it is, what it isn’t
Looking for a better way to get up out of bed
Instead of getting on the Internet and checking a new hit
Get up! Thrift Shop, pimp strut walking, little bit of humble, little bit of cautious
Somewhere between like rocky and Cosby sweatergang nope nope y’all can’t copy
Yup. Bad, moonwalking, this here, is our party, (my posse's been on Broadway,)
(Ha! and we do it, our way.)
Grown music, I shed my skin and put my bones
(Into everything I record)
(And yep yep yep yep I’m on)
Trust me. On my I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T cause ha
Chasing dreams since we were 14
With the four track
Bussing halfway cross that city with the backpack
Fat cat, crushing
[Chorus: Scott Hoying]
Here we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over
So we put our hands up
Like the ceiling can’t hold us
Like the ceiling can’t hold us
It's so hard when people knock you down and tell you that you're never gonna get a shot at glory
But that's when you rise to the challenge, cause it's your time, your moment, and nothing can stop us now!
[Verse 1: Scott Hoying (Kirstin Maldonado)]
PTX, get up!
What it is, what it does, what it is, what it isn’t
Looking for a better way to get up out of bed
Instead of getting on the Internet and checking a new hit
Get up! Thrift Shop, pimp strut walking, little bit of humble, little bit of cautious
Somewhere between like rocky and Cosby sweatergang nope nope y’all can’t copy
Yup. Bad, moonwalking, this here, is our party, (my posse's been on Broadway,)
(Ha! and we do it, our way.)
Grown music, I shed my skin and put my bones
(Into everything I record)
(And yep yep yep yep I’m on)
Trust me. On my I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T cause ha
Chasing dreams since we were 14
With the four track
Bussing halfway cross that city with the backpack
Fat cat, crushing
[Chorus: Scott Hoying]
Here we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over
So we put our hands up
Like the ceiling can’t hold us
Like the ceiling can’t hold us
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