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THE GIVE UP Video (MV)






City Morgue - THE GIVE UP Lyrics




Yung Germ

It's hard to choose the easy way out
The gun in the mouth, your brains explode (Okay)
It's hard to end it all alone
Inside of your room, your final home (Wassup?)
It's hard to make amends with them
Silicon friends and empty souls (Huh?)
It's hard to break open your shell
For people that you don't even know (Ha ha)
You wash away, your colors drain
And now your reality is grey (Okay)
Same old faces in the spaces
That you see, like, everyday (Wassup?)
You tell them jokes to cover up
That you're a vessel for all the pain (Okay)
You tell them jokes and they all laugh (Okay)
To fill the void, you entertain (Okay)

Or is it hopeless just to try? It's hopeless just to die and go away
From everything you made and amplified just to get thrown away
It doesn't last, goin' fast, is the bag full of glass
Hold my hand and be my friend, I can make it all end fast (Sleezy)

I got PTSD (Boom), I always keep my gun
My mom's like, "Son, you need therapy" (No-no)
It's hard to live righteous, welcome to the dark side (Sleezy)
Where little boys turn to gangsters, girls' hearts die (Mula)
I'm in Percocet heaven all because of you (F*ck outta here)
I hope a needle in your arm, more in love with you (Bitch)
Disloyal-ass bitch, I don't f*ck with you (Bitch)
I gotta leave my enemies in a bloody pool (Boom boom)
I say my last goodbye, I hear death call my name (Bye-bye)
Goin' in the hall of fame (Mula), burnin' into scorchin' flame (Boom)
'Nother one of them days, bitch, in the pourin' rain (Sleezy)
Sun high, still win, baby, like a Jordan game (Mula)

Or is it hopeless just to try? It's hopeless just to die and go away
From everything you made and amplified just to get thrown away
It doesn't last, goin' fast, is the bag full of glass
Hold my hand and be my friend, I can make it all end fast

A-na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na, na-na
A-na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na, na-na
A-na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na, na-na
A-na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na, na-na
A-na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na, na-na
A-na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na, na-na
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English

Yung Germ

It's hard to choose the easy way out
The gun in the mouth, your brains explode (Okay)
It's hard to end it all alone
Inside of your room, your final home (Wassup?)
It's hard to make amends with them
Silicon friends and empty souls (Huh?)
It's hard to break open your shell
For people that you don't even know (Ha ha)
You wash away, your colors drain
And now your reality is grey (Okay)
Same old faces in the spaces
That you see, like, everyday (Wassup?)
You tell them jokes to cover up
That you're a vessel for all the pain (Okay)
You tell them jokes and they all laugh (Okay)
To fill the void, you entertain (Okay)

Or is it hopeless just to try? It's hopeless just to die and go away
From everything you made and amplified just to get thrown away
It doesn't last, goin' fast, is the bag full of glass
Hold my hand and be my friend, I can make it all end fast (Sleezy)

I got PTSD (Boom), I always keep my gun
My mom's like, "Son, you need therapy" (No-no)
It's hard to live righteous, welcome to the dark side (Sleezy)
Where little boys turn to gangsters, girls' hearts die (Mula)
I'm in Percocet heaven all because of you (F*ck outta here)
I hope a needle in your arm, more in love with you (Bitch)
Disloyal-ass bitch, I don't f*ck with you (Bitch)
I gotta leave my enemies in a bloody pool (Boom boom)
I say my last goodbye, I hear death call my name (Bye-bye)
Goin' in the hall of fame (Mula), burnin' into scorchin' flame (Boom)
'Nother one of them days, bitch, in the pourin' rain (Sleezy)
Sun high, still win, baby, like a Jordan game (Mula)

Or is it hopeless just to try? It's hopeless just to die and go away
From everything you made and amplified just to get thrown away
It doesn't last, goin' fast, is the bag full of glass
Hold my hand and be my friend, I can make it all end fast

A-na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na, na-na
A-na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na, na-na
A-na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na, na-na
A-na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na, na-na
A-na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na, na-na
A-na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na, na-na
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Writer: JEREMY SCHAFER, JUNIUS ROGERS, MIKE G. DEAN, VINICIUS SOSA
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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