87 lyrics for "Got to get off!"

You got to get back up And when they push you down, Push the dirt off your jersey than go for the cup Or the trophy or the ring, champion no matter what Cause when you got the belt and the ring People with ya poppin' bottles, taking pictures look around
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Check one two three This is Benny on the dispatch. Yo! Atención, yo, attention! It’s Benny, and I’d like to mention I’m on the microphone this mornin’ Honk ya horn if you want it! Okay, we got traffic on the west side Get off at 79th, and take the left
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So you're a saint, I'm a sinner but deuces are wild Better wake up, it's break up, I ain't got the time So baby, you can kiss my heart, bye bye Kiss my heart bye bye Getting off this carousel, you can do as you please You go to hell, you put my back
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Because it's just a matter of time Before your confidence will win out Keep the faith, baby, yea Just keep your eyes on the prize To get your dreams up off the ground But you got to keep the faith Don't let nobody take you down, brother And your feet
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You've been through what I've been through man Old boots, new dirt, no reminders I've got a feeling this town will get me over her Nothing feels better than old boots, new dirt A cup of coffee from a waitress I ain't ever met She asked, "Are you just
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You make me crazy Why’d you have to fill my heart with sorrow? Make it all hazy So I don’t think about you ‘til tomorrow So I’m gonna play my favorite rhythm Got to get you out my system I would do anything to keep you off my mind
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What a way to go Twenty five years working for the state Saved all your money, got a good rate Always thinking 'bout that pension plan The day of retirement, the promised land, well Got a finish off that swimming pool Get some umbrellas, don't wanna be
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There I was, now here I am I got off track, I made mistakes Back slid my way into that place where souls get lost Lines get crossed And the pain won't go away I hit my knees, now here I stand I came up out of the water Raise my hands up to the father
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Has he got enough money to spend? M-O-N-E-Y's me Drink slow to feed the nose you know he likes to get blown, Leave no he's to and fro he doesn't like it when the girls go It's going off 'cause they're not gonna let him in Two and a half the boy is
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