paroles de chanson Stop Complaining - J. Ivy
I
looked
in
the
mirror
And
a
wise
man
said
"If
you
want
to
be
the
king
of
the
jungle
Well,
you
have
to
go
to
the
jungle
You
have
to
go
to
the
jungle
You
have
to
go
You
have
to
go
You
have
to
go"
Stop
complaining
and
get
yourself
together
Stop
complaining
and
get
your
shit
together
It's
all
up
to
you
Just
get
yourself
together
No
one
else
can
do
what
you
do
Just
get
your
shit
together
Excuses
are
like
assholes
Everyone
has
one
Shit
We
quick
to
complain
Quick
to
point
the
finger
Cause
we
can't
possibly
be
the
blame
On
the
sideline
bitching
Man,
put
yourself
in
the
game
We
slow
to
fight
for
change
They
done
numbed
and
dumbed
down
our
brain
Maybe
it's
the
fluoride
in
the
Aim
Zombies
with
no
aim
Dead
man
walking
Dead
man
talking
with
mics
in
they
hands
You
zone
out
like
you
got
that
good
spice
in
your
head
Tops
get
blown
Like
a
scene
with
Superhead
On
your
path
with
road
rage
But
anger
don't
get
you
ahead
You
kicking
rocks
going
against
your
own
grain
Creating
your
own
pain
Off
balance
with
no
kickstand
Backstroking
in
quicksand
Stagnate
is
your
magnet
You're
stuck
like
Chuck
Content
with
depression
Not
giving
a
fuck
But
it's
never
all
good
when
you're
stumbling
and
struggling
Especially
when
you
can
be
Superbad
like
McLovin'
Stop
complaining
and
get
yourself
together
Stop
complaining
and
get
your
shit
together
It's
all
up
to
you
Just
get
yourself
together
No
one
else
can
do
what
you
do
Just
get
your
shit
together
So,
you
sick
of
your
job
Sick
of
your
God
Sick
of
your
life
Sick
of
your
wife
Sick
of
your
weight
Sick
of
your
mate
Got
the
gas
face
Cause
you
sick
of
your
fate
Sick
of
your
bush
Sick
of
your
kush
Sick
of
your
kids
Sick
of
your
crib
Sick
of
your
man
Sick
of
your
color,
so
now
you
want
a
tan?
Huh?
You
sick
of
being
broke
Some
can't
cope
Now
they
sick
of
they
fame
At
the
airport
stuck
Sick
of
these
planes
Sick
of
this
gas
Sick
of
these
bills
Sick
of
your
waiter,
the
hater,
and
the
neighbors
Screaming,
"Man,
I'm
sick
of
this
shit"
Sick
of
this
traffic
and
the
weather
man
Nice
guys
finish
last
So
you
sick
of
being
the
better
man
Sick
of
these
reality
shows
Sick
of
cats
being
scared
to
say
they
gay
When
you
know
they
on
the
down
low
How
deep
does
your
down
go
The
earth
is
coughing
So
you
sick
like
Gore
Sick
of
this
war
Sicker
more
than
a
sycamore
tree
Dr.
Ivy
can't
stop
preaching
Oh,
so
now
you
sick
of
me
Stop
complaining
and
get
yourself
together
Stop
complaining
and
get
your
shit
together
It's
all
up
to
you
Just
get
yourself
together
No
one
else
can
do
what
you
do
Just
get
your
shit
together
There
is
no
one
Quite
like
you
So
uniquely
you
And
when
you
Get
your
shit
together
Wait
for
no
one
And
no
weather
(What)
Just
stop
complaining
(Stop
complaining)
And
get
yourself
together
Oh,
stop
complaining
(Just
stop
complaining)
And
get
your
shit
It's
all
up
to
you
(Get
your
shit
together)
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