Back On My Feet by CiviliT Lyrics
Verse:
C-i-v-i-l-I to the T
Never heard of me, you're missing out seriously, yeah
When I speak, like to keep things official
The T in the name is my middle initial, it's
Short for Timothy, sing it if you with me
Making people clap when I'm in the vicinity
Dr. Evil with the musical villainy
I spit it out like an MC, giving the people the lyrical frequency
And that's just the way that I roll
Gotta go with the flow, been doing this since seven years old
No, I don't have a record to break
I got some music to make, and attitude to shake
Chorus:
I get chills every time I hear a beat
Puts me in a good mood, puts me back on my feet
I get chills whenever I make a rhyme
Makes me feel alive, lean back in your seat
Verse:
Here's a little ditty, wasn't raised in the city
Didn't have a perfect life, so my face isn't pretty
Raised in the Chuck, but grew up in Dardenne Prairie
Always kept my faith whenever times got scary
In terms of how I'm raised, I'm a little bit sheltered
Parents didn't want statistics grown helter-skelter
Blind to our actions like we're Hellen Keller
While they just shake their heads, like we should have known better
Middle school boy with an IEP, tenth grade, I was diagnosed with ADD
Won't make it an excuse, that's just B-A-D
I think it's time that I learn how to A-C-T
Yeah, if you ever want to see me perform
Just give me your opinion, I'm immune to scorn
Won't try to impress you with the medals I've worn
Lyrics cut like paper when my pride gets torn
(Chorus)
C-i-v-i-l-I to the T
Never heard of me, you're missing out seriously, yeah
When I speak, like to keep things official
The T in the name is my middle initial, it's
Short for Timothy, sing it if you with me
Making people clap when I'm in the vicinity
Dr. Evil with the musical villainy
I spit it out like an MC, giving the people the lyrical frequency
And that's just the way that I roll
Gotta go with the flow, been doing this since seven years old
No, I don't have a record to break
I got some music to make, and attitude to shake
Chorus:
I get chills every time I hear a beat
Puts me in a good mood, puts me back on my feet
I get chills whenever I make a rhyme
Makes me feel alive, lean back in your seat
Verse:
Here's a little ditty, wasn't raised in the city
Didn't have a perfect life, so my face isn't pretty
Raised in the Chuck, but grew up in Dardenne Prairie
Always kept my faith whenever times got scary
In terms of how I'm raised, I'm a little bit sheltered
Parents didn't want statistics grown helter-skelter
Blind to our actions like we're Hellen Keller
While they just shake their heads, like we should have known better
Middle school boy with an IEP, tenth grade, I was diagnosed with ADD
Won't make it an excuse, that's just B-A-D
I think it's time that I learn how to A-C-T
Yeah, if you ever want to see me perform
Just give me your opinion, I'm immune to scorn
Won't try to impress you with the medals I've worn
Lyrics cut like paper when my pride gets torn
(Chorus)