Old Skool Rocka Lyrics

I hate it when I struggle
When I struggle you criticise
And I hate when I do what I do
But to work this 9 to 5
And I hate when your support
Is the answer to my demise
And I hate when you offer
A dagger in your back with a smile
So untie me from your state of mind
And take these words from the wise
I'm not a sinner not a saint not your
Idolistic prize
You can take me up on this middle finger
Do you hear me asking why
I'm the unheard that's left behind disregarded
Wonder in why

[Chorus]
Get up! Get up! I'm an Old Skool Rocka
Blastin' through your speaker with the beat so proper
Get up! Get up! I'm an Old Skool Rocka
Blastin' through your speaker with the beat so proper
[Verse 2]
I hate it when I'm told
What I should or should not do
And I hate when your ignorance
Makes it hard for me to get through
So save me from your authority
This voice without a face
I'm the unheard that's left behind disregarded to be erased
[Chorus x2]

[Bridge]

[Chorus x2]

Get up! Get up! Come on!
(Come on!)
Get up! Get up! Come on!
Come on! (Come on!)
Get up! Get up! Come on!
(Come on!)
Get up! Get up! Come on!
Come on!