Get up, bop and jive, it's a vibe
You know I feel alive
And guess who's arrived
Yeah, you call it live
Raise your hands to the ceiling
Call me B.o.B I got that airplanes feeling
You could say I caught this shit under pressure
But guess what? you'll never see me kneeling
Call me Julio Jones, I'm not known but I'm grown,
I ain't sippin' on cognac or patron
But I got fat lamb, that's 8 standards
Mixed with 7up, that's 15, I've landed
Outlandish, stereotypes they ain't candid
I got debts they outstanding
So let out the stress that's inside, feel the vibe
Make sure before the night ends, you feel alive
They don't wanna see me winning
Rather see up in bin and
I really got no got time for that
Yeah I see you chilling got no time for that
You rocking your designer cap
I wan build a legacy
Steppin where the cheques be, check me
Brownin sweet Pepsi begging me to stay
Baby I don't play
Look I'm really on this race
Paper chase touch base
No waste men allowed round me
You doubt me you'll see
Who me
Too him
Who she
With the bounce back clean
No lean, no russ
What I tell ya no fuss
Trust, lust be crazy
She still can't persuade me
That devil in the red dress lady
Maybe I'll dip in double up delve in
Mmhmm
She got background Belgian
Too hot melting
Too many fell man
And it's true I ain't lying when I said we comin' through
Get up, bop and jive, it's a vibe
You know I feel alive
And guess who's arrived
Yeah, you call it live
Raise your hands to the ceiling
Call me B.o.B I got that airplanes feeling
You could say I caught this shit under pressure
But guess what? you'll never see me kneeling
Aking - Bop & Jive Lyrics
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Get up, bop and jive, it's a vibe
You know I feel alive
And guess who's arrived
Yeah, you call it live
Raise your hands to the ceiling
Call me B.o.B I got that airplanes feeling
You could say I caught this shit under pressure
But guess what? you'll never see me kneeling
Call me Julio Jones, I'm not known but I'm grown,
I ain't sippin' on cognac or patron
But I got fat lamb, that's 8 standards
Mixed with 7up, that's 15, I've landed
Outlandish, stereotypes they ain't candid
I got debts they outstanding
So let out the stress that's inside, feel the vibe
Make sure before the night ends, you feel alive
They don't wanna see me winning
Rather see up in bin and
I really got no got time for that
Yeah I see you chilling got no time for that
You rocking your designer cap
I wan build a legacy
Steppin where the cheques be, check me
Brownin sweet Pepsi begging me to stay
Baby I don't play
Look I'm really on this race
Paper chase touch base
No waste men allowed round me
You doubt me you'll see
Who me
Too him
Who she
With the bounce back clean
No lean, no russ
What I tell ya no fuss
Trust, lust be crazy
She still can't persuade me
That devil in the red dress lady
Maybe I'll dip in double up delve in
Mmhmm
She got background Belgian
Too hot melting
Too many fell man
And it's true I ain't lying when I said we comin' through
Get up, bop and jive, it's a vibe
You know I feel alive
And guess who's arrived
Yeah, you call it live
Raise your hands to the ceiling
Call me B.o.B I got that airplanes feeling
You could say I caught this shit under pressure
But guess what? you'll never see me kneeling
You know I feel alive
And guess who's arrived
Yeah, you call it live
Raise your hands to the ceiling
Call me B.o.B I got that airplanes feeling
You could say I caught this shit under pressure
But guess what? you'll never see me kneeling
Call me Julio Jones, I'm not known but I'm grown,
I ain't sippin' on cognac or patron
But I got fat lamb, that's 8 standards
Mixed with 7up, that's 15, I've landed
Outlandish, stereotypes they ain't candid
I got debts they outstanding
So let out the stress that's inside, feel the vibe
Make sure before the night ends, you feel alive
They don't wanna see me winning
Rather see up in bin and
I really got no got time for that
Yeah I see you chilling got no time for that
You rocking your designer cap
I wan build a legacy
Steppin where the cheques be, check me
Brownin sweet Pepsi begging me to stay
Baby I don't play
Look I'm really on this race
Paper chase touch base
No waste men allowed round me
You doubt me you'll see
Who me
Too him
Who she
With the bounce back clean
No lean, no russ
What I tell ya no fuss
Trust, lust be crazy
She still can't persuade me
That devil in the red dress lady
Maybe I'll dip in double up delve in
Mmhmm
She got background Belgian
Too hot melting
Too many fell man
And it's true I ain't lying when I said we comin' through
Get up, bop and jive, it's a vibe
You know I feel alive
And guess who's arrived
Yeah, you call it live
Raise your hands to the ceiling
Call me B.o.B I got that airplanes feeling
You could say I caught this shit under pressure
But guess what? you'll never see me kneeling
Writer: Declan Muddle, Jackson Burns, Ty Lewis
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Aking
Language: English
Length: 3:22
Written by: Declan Muddle, Jackson Burns, Ty Lewis