Baby I got to get it right
Baby I got to get it right
If I don't get it right the first time
I don't get it right the last timee
To feel blessed or pass a similar test
Would ease my disease of subliminal stress
Mad duress, man it was rippin' the flesh
Right down to bone, bite it, put up my best fight
Now write it down and make a note to self
If it's a violent crowd, don't let it overwhelm
Amidst a strident pounding, I'd approach a realm
Of quiet calm, cool collected
I disarm fools and let shit just
Speak for itself, and if the people rebel they can
Evil's inevitable need of a helping hand
Has never been, or is, a matter of opinion
They're peddling us fears just to battle for dominion
To see the devil in your peers, a greedy devil in yourself
Quite a task, like assembling a shelf
All available help, all able hands on deck
Then shape-shift, the same shit is transforming
Get it right get it right the first time
Get it right get it right the first time
Get it right get it right the first
Get it right the first time
Or get it right the last time
(2x)
My back is aching, there's a terrible tension
I can't take it, can't make it as the center of attention naked
For all the world to see or boldly go imposing
Their cameras, binoculars, and all they poke their nose in
Now I've frozen here, there's only holes where there was previously
Yo's and yeah's, all kinds of flows that opened ears
No posing here, just keeping it real, there's nothing more severe
Than being informed but dressed in the wrong clothes and gear
Who knows if we're worthless and slowly erased
Supposing there's no purpose or a holier place
I know despair, have had my share of blows in the face
And a healthy dose of fear assures me I won't be replaced
But I get distracted by the fact that I was that distraught
What I lacked was practice and my back was always smacked and sore
Slapped and scorned, strapped and adorned with a patch of cactus thorns
I'll act as strong as I can for a man of cracks and flaws
And the nearer the action draws
I'll disappear if I lack support
You got my back?
I got your back
And that's a fact
'Cause I react
And get it right in a flash for y'all
I got no fear and my ass is gone
Before they see me, I'm asking
Yo, you got my back?
I got your back
Then it's a pact
Cadillac
We'll get it right in a flash for y'all
Get it right get it right the first time
Get it right get it right the first time
Get it right get it right the first
Get it right the first time
Or get it right the last time
Man, it's laughable, isn't it?
Imagine if you put your clothes on
Just to find out that half of them didn't fit
Or if you simply got too passive and didn't hit
While everyone around was making masses and living big
Our past disasters can only last as long as
We don't ask for answers, or keep our asses backwards
Like a lonely caravan that's rollin' past Damascus
A Harry Callahan frozen moment in absence
Of motion and color, just a damned perpetual ocean of other
That we're supposed to discover
Are you close to your brother or emotionally scattered
And what made human contact so explosive a matter
Too sensitive to even poke with a ten foot pole
Get intimate on the internet and elope with a centerfold
Hope can ascend and throw us down on a bending slope
No final blow in the event that the end is slow, whoa!
Get it right get it right the first time
Get it right get it right the first time
Get it right get it right the first
Get it right the first time
Or get it right the last time
(4x)