OLD SKOOL ROCKA

OLD SKOOL ROCKA

VERSE 1:
I hate it when I struggle
When I struggle you criticise
And I hate when I do what I do
But to work this 9 to 5
And I hate when your support
Is the answer to my demise
And I hate when you offer
A dagger in your back with a smile
So untie me from your state of mind
And take these words from the wise
Im not a sinner not a saint not your idolistic prize
you can take me up on this middle finger
do you hear me asking why
Im the unheard thats left behind disregarded wonderin why

CHORUS:
Get up! Get up! Im an Old Skool Rocka
Blastin through your speaker with the beat so proper
Get up! Get up! Im an Old Skool Rocka
Blastin through your speaker with the beat so proper

VERSE 2:
I hate it when Im told
What I should or should not do
And I hate when your ignorance
Makes it hard for me to get through
So save me from your authority
This voice without a face
Im the unheard thats left behind disregarded to be erased

CHORUS X 2

BRIDGE

CHORUS X 2

Get up! Get up! Come on! (Come on!)
Get up Get up! Come on! Come on! (Come on!)
Get up! Get up! Come on! (Come on!)
Get up Get up! Come on! Come on!