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Thousand Foot Krutch - All The Way Live
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Let's funk it up!
Well, relate, vacate, what's today's rate?
In this day 'n' age ain't nobody safe
Get'cha got'cha yo, who shot'cha?
I must warn ya, it's that way in California
No one's givin', everyone's takin'
Who set's off the moves, you're makin'?
Huh, we're bringin' it, got you singin' it
Hold on tight, cuz' this might sting a bit

Now, bring it back

Yo I gotta let my peeps know
Success ain't rated by how much dough you hold
Ha, huh, huh, and it don't make sense
To live your whole life for the dollars 'n' cents
This greed is killin' us by the hundreds
Ya sittin' on a million but ya still won' derin'
I guess happiness is a fish you can't catch
'N' fool ya lookin' in the wrong direction
It don't matter whether ya rich or not
If ya gone, ya gone, ain't nothin' ya got,
Matters most in this circle of life
If ya find your reason for being here
If ya don't know, listen here
It's outlined in the book of life
You want things to make sense?, Take a U-turn, make it right
For the two-triple zero, we come hummin'
My hand grippin' the mic tight, that's how I'm comin'

Chorus
All-the-way-live (x4)
Uhh, feel the funk, make it rough

It's just something that happens, we try hard to deny
You'll find out when it happens, it's in the air tonight
Here it comes now, fast like a gun now, on the run now?
Turn to NUMBER ONE now, feet slowing
You're crazy, and tired, come-back, Hit me, sometimes
Life is tricky, the stickman comes along, to stick me, flick me,
He cannot get with me, got saved 'n' got the victory
Well who planned this?, the Krutch don't miss
With that funked out twist to get'cha on the canvas
We be that ill-type, but only when we grip mics
'N' T.F.K. be the squad that'll burn out the lights
Like that, gettin' upon the drum track
Crack back ya speaker stack to be exact
He's comin' keep ya eyes on the clock
We rip mics of all types when we rock...
On and on and on, 'n' they'll be no frontin', 'cuz this is how I'm comin'

CHORUS


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Thousand Foot Krutch - All The Way Live
Let's funk it up!
Well, relate, vacate, what's today's rate?
In this day 'n' age ain't nobody safe
Get'cha got'cha yo, who shot'cha?
I must warn ya, it's that way in California
No one's givin', everyone's takin'
Who set's off the moves, you're makin'?
Huh, we're bringin' it, got you singin' it
Hold on tight, cuz' this might sting a bit

Now, bring it back

Yo I gotta let my peeps know
Success ain't rated by how much dough you hold
Ha, huh, huh, and it don't make sense
To live your whole life for the dollars 'n' cents
This greed is killin' us by the hundreds
Ya sittin' on a million but ya still won' derin'
I guess happiness is a fish you can't catch
'N' fool ya lookin' in the wrong direction
It don't matter whether ya rich or not
If ya gone, ya gone, ain't nothin' ya got,
Matters most in this circle of life
If ya find your reason for being here
If ya don't know, listen here
It's outlined in the book of life
You want things to make sense?, Take a U-turn, make it right
For the two-triple zero, we come hummin'
My hand grippin' the mic tight, that's how I'm comin'

Chorus
All-the-way-live (x4)
Uhh, feel the funk, make it rough

It's just something that happens, we try hard to deny
You'll find out when it happens, it's in the air tonight
Here it comes now, fast like a gun now, on the run now?
Turn to NUMBER ONE now, feet slowing
You're crazy, and tired, come-back, Hit me, sometimes
Life is tricky, the stickman comes along, to stick me, flick me,
He cannot get with me, got saved 'n' got the victory
Well who planned this?, the Krutch don't miss
With that funked out twist to get'cha on the canvas
We be that ill-type, but only when we grip mics
'N' T.F.K. be the squad that'll burn out the lights
Like that, gettin' upon the drum track
Crack back ya speaker stack to be exact
He's comin' keep ya eyes on the clock
We rip mics of all types when we rock...
On and on and on, 'n' they'll be no frontin', 'cuz this is how I'm comin'

CHORUS


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