Get Out – Sublime

My place, is not a home.
It don’t make no difference, but I have found
that I need a place to stay
I never listen what the landlord man say

You should have seen all the flops in my house
They was jumping on walls and kicking ceilings
Nowadays people listen to me,
when I say…’GET OUT!’

Hold me, and don’t let go
it don’t make no difference that your a ho
Because I need a place to stay
although disease was just the price I paid

In days of old thats how it used to be, oh yes indeed.
That girl is dead to me now, and I sing…’GET OUT!’

(scratchin’)

1,2,3,4
lemme bust a freestlye then (NWA)
fuck you man (Scarface)
I gotta bone to pick (Geto Boys)

So sit, don’t trip,
Im cuttin hits like Bert Susanka’s got the shrimp dip.
I get it, get it, get it, get it, all the time
the people want to know the meaning of the word Sublime,
it’s anarchist, man it’s the shit you missed,
we get the minute man loops and add a PEN1 twist,

cuz we know you love the pit,
but this is the shit, that you put in the box And say damn it’s a hit,
and to all the radios and the tv shows
cause we don’t kiss no ass or kick down free shows,
what you get is the kind, no gank, no cess,
when yellow lover on the d-r-u-m-s

Well let the lovin take a hold over me,


Lyric Get Out – Sublime