Letra de Get Out! - Sublime

"It's 8:05. This is Phyllis in the office. The cat is out on the patio. If it jumps one more time, your butts are in the street. I am sick and tired of your activities, your cat, and your untruths with me. I'm gonna call you tomorrow when you're home, and you can explain a lot of things to me because I'm sick and tired of your bullshit. Goodnight."

My place is not a home

It don't make no difference, but I have found

That I need a place to stay

I never listen what the landlord man say

You should have seen all the flops in my house

We was jumping on walls and kicking ceilings

Nowadays, people listen to me

When I say, "Get out!"

Hold me and don't let go

It don't make no difference that you're a ho

'Cause I need a place to stay

A new disease was just the price I paid

In days of old, that's how it used to be

Oh yes, indeed

That girl is dead to me now

And I sing, "Get out!"

(One, two, three, four

Elk, and bison, a gnu or two

Giraffes and elephants, quite a few)

(Let me bust a freestyle, then)

(Fuck you, mang!)

(I got a bone to pick)

Don't sit, don't trip

I'm cutting hits like Bert Susanka's got the shrimp dip

I get it, get it, get it, get it all the time

People wants to know the meaning of the word sublime

It's anarchist, man, it's the shit you missed

We get the Minuteman loops and add a Peni twist

'Cause we know you love the pit, but this is the shit

That you put in the box and say "Damn, it's a hit, boy!"

Why ain't it on the radios and the T.V. shows?

'Cause we don't kiss no ass or kick down free shows

What you get is the kind, no gang, no cess

When Yellow Lover's on the D-R-U-M-S

Let the lovin' take a hold over me

Let the lovin' take a hold over me, follow me Long Beach posse

'Cause all I see is your fussin' and fightin'

1992, so let's all start uniting

Put your hands together, be the best you can be

Let this jam take us to 1993

Just stay positive, the love will come back to me

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