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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slightly Stoopid
Slightly Stoopid
Lead Vocals
B-Real
B-Real
Performer
G. Love & Special Sauce
G. Love & Special Sauce
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miles Doughty
Miles Doughty
Songwriter
Kyle McDonald
Kyle McDonald
Songwriter
Garret Dutton
Garret Dutton
Songwriter
Aaron Owens
Aaron Owens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Slightly Stoopid
Slightly Stoopid
Producer
George Spits
George Spits
Producer
Michael Happoldt
Michael Happoldt
Producer

Lyrics

Wake up in the morning Thinking getting my shoes on I'll have me a good day And gettin' my blues on Jazz, the description of the way that I'm feelin' Possible music, the mind's the ceiling Put on the chuck's, wipe the sleep off my eyes Up above, rays are comin' through the clouds in the skies I love to be outside when the sun is shinin' To be indoors on sunny days is a crime and Even if it's cold outside, I can always get the boards Or we're bikin' it go for a ride As I drive down the street Take a look at the people Some is good, some is bad But they all created equal Ain't about the age, or the size, or the color It's the personalities of my sisters or my brothers Livin' life to the fullest 'cause there ain't no sequels Everyday life, this is every peoples Everyday life, this is everyday people Everyday life, life, life Livin for tomorrow but tomorrow's never promised Gotta keep pushin like my momentum's never stoppin No one ever gave me nothin, no one's gonna give it to you Nowadays they're looking at ya like they never knew ya In a time of need looking at you like some bad weed Let me plant a seed and watch you grow in this hood til ya In the neighborhood where it's understood You could take a path up to no good And rise up like you know you should Man you know you could but you shut it down Hanging on a line of hate before you let me cut it down Whatever for you clowns Got no time for your emotions I'll be blazing in the box, three wheel motion On the West Coast, finger flying at the President Never hesitant speaking my mind to the medicine On the mic, better turn up the speaker I'm talking Everyday life, this is everyday people Everyday life, this is everyday people Yo my brother G, why don't ya tell 'em what you see There's homeless people with cardboard signs Sharpie designs trying to put the past behind Like every homeless veteran God bless all Americans Give me some more cheddar man So I can be a better man There's hope if you were born in to it Or if you win the lottery The odds are stacked against you I guess that's how it's gotta be Some people getting richer Some people getting desperate When we need more unity The people getting separate You can pull up some But you can't pull them all And who gonna save when your back's against the wall Everyday people got to struggle in this jungle Everyday people got to struggle in this jungle of life Everyday life, this is everyday people Everyday life, this is everyday people Everyday life, life, life Yeah From the cold and the shores of Boston To the sunny skies of San Diego And everywhere in-between Coast to coast For all the brothers and all the sisters around the world Unite
Writer(s): Garrett D Dutton, Aaron Charity Owens, Oguer Ocon, Kyle J. Mcdonald, Miles Mason Doughty, Michael Charles Happoldt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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