Оригинальный текст песни Re-Up
Holiday –
You can't think straight.
Getting paid out on the interstate.
Throwing shade...
We'll sit and bicker on the meaning of a tail-gate.
I'm afraid that I'm extinct,
and ashamed when they acknowledge it.
There's a give-and-take,
'till everybody does the “Hundred-Dollar-Ounce Shake”.
I can still re-up.
I can feel just fine
for a hundred bucks, or two.
If I give you up,
does it mean that I am always fair to you?
Holiday –
You can't think straight.
Getting paid.
Oh, would you ever think?
Throwing shade...
How did we ever know the meaning in the first place?
I can still re-up.
I can feel just fine
for a hundred bucks, or two.
If I give you up,
does it mean that I am always fair to you?