Get By

Cherryade

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Get by, get by
Do what I gotta do to (get by)
Get by, get by
Do what I gotta do to (get by)

Make it up, fuck it up for the hell of it
In this room I'm even bigger than an elephant
Fast cars, fast food, fast men
You can see me in the fast lane driving that benz
When the [band's low?]
Swigging champagne in his care home
Stealing his will for his mansion
Oh no, he's slipped down the canyon
Now where's my cheque?

If you wanna go, oh
You better tell me so
I ain't gonna stop, no
There ain't no time to (get by)

Gettin' money, fuck bitches, drive fast, get high
Do what I gotta do to get by
Gettin' money, fuck bitches, drive fast, get high
Do what I gotta do to get by
Get by, get by
Do what I gotta do to get by
Get by, get by
Do what I gotta do to get by

Spent his money but I'm feeling fucking rich
When I step out the car better know, I'm that bitch
Got him screaming for the hills
Got him throwing up the pills
Got him praising hallelujah
Motherfucker I'm ill
I'm a problem
Hear them all talking 'bout how they're gonna solve it
What a shame they got no brains, must sniffing solvents
What's that? Marvellous
I'm so heartless (I'm so heartless, heartless)

If you wanna go, oh
You better tell me so
I ain't gonna stop, no
There ain't no time to (get by)

(Get by, get by, get by, get by, get by, get by, get, get, get, get, g-g-g-get by)

I keep trying hard not to break the rules
I keep fucking bitches and acting rude
I just wanna be, be the very best
But all I'm really good at is just being a mess
Uh-oh

(Get by, uh-oh, get by, uh-oh, get by, uh-oh, get by, uh-oh, g-g-g-get get)