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)