Tekst piosenki 'Back 2 Life (Live It Up) (feat. T.I.)' wykonawcy Sean Kingston

Steady, are you ready?
Back to life, back to reality
Back to life, back to reality

[Sean Kingston]
Going through a dark place, dark time
And I couldn't even see the light
Had my back up against the world
I was feeling like do or die
But what don't kill me make me stronger
I know it's gon' be alright
So we celebrating here tonight
Yo we celebrating life tonight

The time is now
Gotta make it count
So before we die
Let's go all out

We gotta live it up
Up, up, up, up
Champagne in my cup
Cup, cup, cup, cup
DJ turn it up
Up, up, up, up
Bring me back to life
Back to life

Now we gotta live it up
Up, up, up, up
You know we don't give a what
What, what, what, what
So till my times up
Bring me back to life
Back to life
Back to life

Back to life, back to reality
Back to life, back to reality

All the tears and
All of the prayers
Every single one
I shall live
So the love I'm givin' back to y'all
Is bigger than the whole country
From england, to japan, to Jamaica
To right down the mia
We don't stop, we go hard
Let's get it in
Cause we young and free

The time is now
Gotta make it count
So before we die
Let's go all out

We gotta live it up
Up, up, up, up
Champagne in my cup
Cup, cup, cup, cup
DJ turn it up
Up, up, up, up
Bring me back to life
Back to life

Now we gotta live it up
Up, up, up, up
You know we don't give a what
What, what, what, what
So till my times up
Bring me back to life
Back to life
Back to life

Back to life, back to reality
Back to life, back to reality

Here's the king

[T. I.]
OK, them suckas tried to bury me
Jesus had to carry me
Middle finger to the reaper, nigga ain’t no scarin’ me
Apparently, you don’t understand who I am (who I am)
It’s trouble man, hundred grand in my pants
Whippin’ dropheads hardtops fit to sell Maybach’s
Maserati’s, Ferrari’s, that money I don’t play by
Presidents stop me, imagine if I stay down
Still shinin’ on them make them haters pull they shades out
When tragedy strikes, I struck back
Lookin’ for me to roll over and die
Who does that?
Left a nigga for dead, come back to life
I guess this is me ballin’ in the afterlife
Let’s get it

Back to life, back to reality
Back to life, back to reality

We gotta live it up
Up, up, up, up
Take me to my car
Car, car, car, car
DJ turn it up
Up, up, up, up
Bring me back to life
Back to life

Now we gotta live it up
Up, up, up, up
You know we don't give a what
What, what, what, what
So till my times up
Bring me back to life
Back to life
Back to life