Thousand Foot Krutch Album: Set It Off Track: All The Way Live
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All The Way Live Lyrics Let's funk it up! Well, relate, vacate, what's today's rate? In this day 'n' age ain't nobody safe Get'cha got'cha yo, who shot'cha? I must warn ya, it's that way in California No one's givin', everyone's takin' Who set's off the moves, you're makin'? Huh, we're bringin' it, got you singin' it Hold on tight, cuz' this might sting a bit
Now, bring it back
Yo I gotta let my peeps know Success ain't rated by how much dough you hold Ha, huh, huh, and it don't make sense To live your whole life for the dollars 'n' cents This greed is killin' us by the hundreds Ya sittin' on a million but ya still won' derin' I guess happiness is a fish you can't catch 'N' fool ya lookin' in the wrong direction It don't matter whether ya rich or not If ya gone, ya gone, ain't nothin' ya got, Matters most in this circle of life If ya find your reason for being here If ya don't know, listen here It's outlined in the book of life You want things to make sense?, Take a U-turn, make it right For the two-triple zero, we come hummin' My hand grippin' the mic tight, that's how I'm comin'
Chorus All-the-way-live (x4) Uhh, feel the funk, make it rough
It's just something that happens, we try hard to deny You'll find out when it happens, it's in the air tonight Here it comes now, fast like a gun now, on the run now? Turn to NUMBER ONE now, feet slowing You're crazy, and tired, come-back, Hit me, sometimes Life is tricky, the stickman comes along, to stick me, flick me, He cannot get with me, got saved 'n' got the victory Well who planned this?, the Krutch don't miss With that funked out twist to get'cha on the canvas We be that ill-type, but only when we grip mics 'N' T.F.K. be the squad that'll burn out the lights Like that, gettin' upon the drum track Crack back ya speaker stack to be exact He's comin' keep ya eyes on the clock We rip mics of all types when we rock... On and on and on, 'n' they'll be no frontin', 'cuz this is how I'm comin'
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