Get Lit

Get out of hand

Get under foot

Get to the square root

Put a word to a feelin'

Let 'em know with whom they're dealin'

Dear elizabeth throw your fit

Yes you can talk or you can walk, you can walk away

You can stay and make em pay for you, feeling this way

Thrown out grow up i shot (grown up my child punch em out??)

He goes down on me with my (critique??) you'd mind quite a bit

Dear elizabeth throw a fit, makes me feel like i'm lit



Get out of hand

Get under foot

Get to the square root

Put a word to a feelin'

Let 'em know with whom they're dealin'



Faint talk after the song ends:



That's what you told me to do!

No, don't do that crash, that sucks.

See, that's what you told me to do!

She looked at me and goes 'now'...


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