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Stop Complaining/Remix/Jam
Lyrics Born Live!
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Yes indeed
Back in the house one more time
Are y'all feelin' alright out there, Sydney?
Make some noise!
Yeah
It ain't been too long since we last met y'all
But I couldn't wait to get the fuck back out to my second home
You know what I'm talkin' about?
Real quick because I know y'all like y'all know me
How many of y'all out there in the city of
Sydney tonight is about action, not talk?
Make some noise!
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Hold on a minute, I'm not sure if I heard everybody out there
Let me ask y'all that again, Sydney
How many of y'all out there is about action, not talk?
Make some noise!
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Yeah
'Cause you know, with all the bullshit drama
Goin' on in the world these days, y'all
There's so many people that are perfectly content
Just to sit in they little La-Z-Boy
Recliners with they remote controls
Just flippin' through the channels
Not givin' a shit about anybody else's pain
You know what I'm talkin' about?
All they wanna do is complain, complain, complain
You know what I mean?
So we gon' dedicate this next one out there
To all my peoples in Sydney that's about doin' it, not sayin' it
Because they are two very different things, you know what I mean?
So if you're feelin' me, I want you
To sing along with Joy one time, uh
Stop complainin'
Stop complainin'
Hold on, I can't hear y'all out there, sing it
Stop complainin'
I can't hear you, Sydney, sing along, come on, y'all
Stop complainin'
That's what I'm talkin' about, I need to hear y'all louder
Stop complainin'
Oh, y'all sound beautiful, at the top of your lungs
Stop complainin'
Alright, hold that thought, y'all, here we go, come on
How many songs do you figure that I've written
Since I originally started makin' records
In this business back beginning in college?
And it's been a minute since then, but the principal challenge
Ain't really that different, it's about me not repeatin' myself at all
Or at least repeatin' myself the least amount possible
The reason being is that we need some songs that need a song
To be in between the lines for now
Listen up, it's difficult nowadays
To really go against the grain and get you some accolades
'Cause see, with these rigid, finicky, fickle-ass motherfuckers
Think they finally figured you out
Sing it with me, y'all
Stop complainin'
I need to hear everybody in here
Stop complainin'
That's what I'm talkin' about, left to right, come on
Stop complainin'
Yeah, Sydney, Sydney, last time
Stop complainin'
Hold on a minute, bro, hold on
Man, fuck that shit, I pay my taxes when I'm asked to
I'm not enthusiastic about it, but shit, I make it happen
Cash last minute, but goddammit, they cash it
Yo, this is fiscal harassment, they keep touchin' my assets
Imagine I might be feelin' different about it
If it was givin' out work when this shit helpin' somebody
But it just so happens in life that school districts too crowded
And ain't no teachers in sight, that's why the kids are so rowdy
Just imagine some asshole with glasses on up at the capital
One of the guys appalled, packed and almost cramped up like animals
Pictures of his sister, his ex, your life so out so ruthless
New boys, it's just a mission, stunt tax in his cubicle
So damn detached from the average man's planet
He can't fathom that we could ever be anything
Other than stats, facts, and possible
It's in this usual ritual 'til it pop, got my noodles on
When he's fuckin' you and UW too, it's Johnathan means you're goin'
Ooh, I love this one
Hey, um, Lil?
Yeah?
Can you put me the file on?
Yeah, he's makin' a little too much money
Oh, come on
Stop complainin'
I can't hear you, Sydney, sing it
Stop complainin'
In the back, I need to hear y'all louder
Stop complainin'
That's what I'm talkin' about, everybody, come on
Stop complainin'
And listen to what they say now
You see, a role model we can all follow full throttle
So we don't bother having to create our own model
That we go by, a ball god I can hold accountable
I don't want to hold the bottle for my own child
Busy my place to raise little Billy with helium
'Til he gets really up, shimmy, feel the rhythm in the living room
Instead of bailing on him and alienating him
Basically failing him, set him sailing on a mission to oblivion
And inevitably all is gained, but
Really ain't the plane I made, the master place his own
Say his name in court, of course it's
Karen, sayin' the court can play it off
Sayin' haters halt, claimin' all lyrics false
I'ma sway with all this fake important
Now, now I do admit that in the music biz
Some people doin' things, some really stupid shit
To a kid who's zoomin' in and usin' what we do and say
I can see how you can say you got a future influence
To all the Hillarys and the Williams and the new Nathaniel
You really ain't feelin' like livin' with the children
Really ain't for really experience
Somethin' you envision yourself willingly
Unconditionally committed to from the beginning
Maybe you shouldn't be bumpin' heads from the giddy up
Anyway, dummies, come on
Stop complainin'
Sing it
Stop
Sydney, hands in the air
Stop complainin', yeah
Stop
Yeah, Sydney, sing along with Joy all one time now, come on
Stop complainin', yeah
Stop
Oh my God, yeah, come on
Stop complainin'
Oh, alright now, take 'em to the bridge, come on
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Huh
Hey, uh, uh
Hey
Oh, uh, here we go, y'all
Say what? Say what?
Hands in the air, y'all
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, fuckin' get in there, come on
Uh
Alright, y'all, take it from us, come on, y'all, oh
Huh, uh
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Alright, Sydney, hands in the air, oh, come on
Side to side, yeah, side to side, everybody, come on
Side to side, yeah, side to side, uh
Side to side, come on, y'all, side to side
Oh, side to side, Sydney
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