Yeah, yeah, yeah!
We gonna make it to the top, it won't be long,
So get it right, get it right!
Don’t get it wrong, get it wrong!
We gonna make it to the top, it won’t be long!

Yeah, feeling like today I’ve been to hell and back,
Told my girl start cooking dinner and pull out the welcome mat
Can’t nobody tell me jack, radio was hella whack,
So I turn that shit off for the drive home
taped adapter plugged into the iphone
Now I’m up in my zone, feeling like a mother fucking cyclone
I could do whatever I set my sights on,
Step through the front door like honey I’m home,
See those Nikes on the floor, you reckon someone would buy those?
Grab up all this useless shit, lets log into TradeMe
Get rid of it all babe, can’t nobody cage me, 
Upper-class dude for a change, bit sick of all this shit,
this job these gigs is all the same,
But sick of all this pay, going on this place.. I don’t even wanna stay at.
I think I go insane, you got a dream you need to chase that,
We needa bounce asap, they say you only get one shot 
Believe I’m gonna take that, and make that, yeah!

Chorus:
Woah, no more sitting round, 
Wishing things were different down here
Man, I’m feeling like a change!
It's time to start lookin' round, start lookin' round, start lookin' round!
Woah, no more sittin' round, 
Wishing things were different down here
Man, I’m feeling like today
it's time to start lookin round, start lookin round
start lookin round.

Yeah, let me take you back a couple years
Way before I met a couple peers, a couple years 
Before I knew that rapping could be a career.
Met a girl
type of chick that probably turned some brothers queer
My mates said she was bad news, 
I wasn’t smart enough to hear.
All advice is going in 
One in out the other ear
All my cash gone and her hands,
on another pair
of shoes or some food or a subtle hair, color change
she all in my ear, saying music is just fun and games
Telling me to grow up, that all my mates are fucking lames,
I’m caught in the middle, drinking booze just to numb the brain
She’s so insecure to something, well and she just complains,
Unhappy with, her, life, looking for someone to blame.
Too lazy to go get it,wishes she could coast the fame
Claiming she don’t need me,
But she’s bluffing like a poker game.
It’s insane that I stuck around at all, misery love company,
Man, I’m better on my own!

Chorus:
Woah, no more sitting round, 
Wishing things were different down here
Man, I’m feeling like a change!
It's time to start lookin round, start lookin round, start lookin round,
Woah, I ain’t taking no more shit from this bitch
im bout to exit quick, feeling good today,
it's time to start lookin' round, start lookin' round, start lookin' round.


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                          Thanks to corraaye for correcting these lyrics

                          Thanks to LooseUnitNz for correcting these lyrics