Give Up

Give up the homies give up the slack

I think you'll be better in your second act

Tell all the people holding you back

You gotta move right now its painted black

Cause I don't think you know what you are made of

Cause you've never looked there before

And I don't think you know that you're afraid

So when you need more, don't be sore

Give up the reasons give up the slag

Butter a biscuit for the tail that wags

Tip off the driver who goes fast

And gets you away from your molasses past

Shake off your leeches

Rip up your magazines

I don't wanna see you back here

You're onto bigger things

This town will stay the same

And they'll still know your name

Cause I don't think you know what you are made of

Cause you've never looked there before

And I don't think you know that you're afraid

So when you need more, don't be sore