Song Lyrics

"Make Room"

by GRITS
Album: The Art Of Translation

Back, hold up, back, hold up,
Ah yeah, back, hold up,
Back, hold up, back, hold up,
Ah yeah, back, hold up,
Back, hold up, back, hold up,
Ah yeah, back, hold up,
Back, hold up, back, hold up,
Ah yeah, back, hold up,
Ah yeah, back, hold up...

Make room 'cause we about to start swelling,
Catching attitude, get buck, sweating, and really loose,
It's what we been commissioned to do, so back on up and give me room,
We gotta keep making moves,

My long range aim is dedicated to change,
Persist to twist brains with rhymes only God can explain,
Attain divine intervention if your attention's arrested,
Imprisoned and in position to listen to lessons given,
Gotta make moves steadily, heavily bruising these dudes who got the gift, but abuse tools, misleading these youths,
See my birthright is light in the darkness of night,
To lead the lost, paying the price of sacrificing my life,
I've been sitting and contemplating, waiting, anxiously peeking,
Perception of these releases embracing the deeper reasons of timing and perfect season,
Believing this thing is bigger than faces and soundscan,
Reaching for the completion of purpose in promised land,
Watching behind the curtain, for certain, the game is hurting,
Looking for some solution,
Searching for revolution like music is the conclusion,
Refusing to look at life a livion for forward movement.

Make room 'cause we about to start swelling,
Catching attitude, get buck, sweating, and really loose,
It's what we been commissioned to do, so back on up and give me room,
We gotta keep making moves,
Make room 'cause we about to start swelling,
Catching attitude, get buck, sweating, and really loose,
It's what we been commissioned to do, so back on up and give me room,
We gotta keep making moves.

Move, cowards,
Move, all you cowards, move,
Move, cowards,
Move, all you cowards, move,
Move, cowards,
Move, all you cowards, move,
He scared, she scared,
And if you scared, then move.

Oh God, don't let me act up, I feel a fit coming on,
My conniption is my conviction's, reactions to what's going on,
My rebuttal's far from subtle, take you there just like a shuttle,
Gather 'round the huddle, embrace the pace I spit at, give it a kiss and cuddle,
Boy, what's that there you saying'
I'm tight, like the shorts that men look gay in,
Oh Lordy, you done said too much,
My slightest touch is a cobra clutch,
Let it be known, we are the epitome of strange and bizarre,
Switching up and change our repertoire, come discover who we are,
Wreaking havoc on satan's mavericks,
Through a labyrinth filled with nooks and crannies, (an elite group called the factors) We like the x-men, so uncanny,
Imagine looking up, seeing the plastered ceiling cracking,
It ain't because we broke, we lost our minds for God, provoked and crazy acting.

Make room 'cause we about to start swelling,
Catching attitude, get buck, sweating, and really loose,
It's what we been commissioned to do, so back on up and give me room,
We gotta keep making moves,
Make room 'cause we about to start swelling,
Catching attitude, get buck, sweating, and really loose,
It's what we been commissioned to do, so back on up and give me room,
We gotta keep making moves.
Make room 'cause we about to start swelling,
Catching attitude, get buck, sweating, and really loose,
It's what we been commissioned to do, so back on up and give me room,
We gotta keep making moves,
Make room 'cause we about to start swelling,
Catching attitude, get buck, sweating, and really loose,
It's what we been commissioned to do, so back on up and give me room,
We gotta keep making moves.


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