Teksty:
The Righteous Brothers It S Up To You

're going to party like it's 1699 We've been spending most our lives living in an Amish paradise I churn butter once or twice, living in an Amish paradise It's

t want you to see But it's obvious, isn't it my brother? Get the smoke from in the front of your eyes Got to realize, anybody don't like it, move 'em

it right You slipped into your darkness, now all that remains Is my love for you brother, life's still unchanged To him that threw you away, you ain

up the brothers 'cause the brothers keep it pumping You got it all wrong When you wait for the TV to tell you what's going on Don't you hype on the mic

you, i need to feed till i breathe you and you know soon we both gon have to make a decision feel bad, he's got to go be he's not takin you with him till

break There is no in-between, you are either free or you're a slave There's no such thing as second-class citizenship The only politics in this country that's

the way it's done today Gotta come together and gotta educate Gotta, uplift, lift up your head Stand strong and proud, don't end up dead Take time to

hood and locked up with no bail But either way we get out and try to turn it around You can't see it but you feel it in the sound, you know dat If everyone

to be pros get evicted A woman can bear you, break you, take you Now it's time to rhyme, can you relate to A sister dope enough to make you holler and