Got my mojo working Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you I'm going down to Louisiana to get me a mojo hand I got a gypsy woman giving me advice I wanna love you so bad till I don't know what to do I'm gonna have all you women right here at

Feel like a brand new person (but you make the same old mistakes) Stop thinking you're the only option (Stop before it’s too late) But you've got your demons, and she's got her regrets Going with what I always longed for I don’t care I’m in love (stop

And I know, and I know and I know Wherever you are, I'll find that treasure I've got a rocketship that I want to ride I'm never so high as when I'm with you And there isn't a fire, that I wouldn't walk through My army of one is going to fight for you Say

I'm tryna do it all tonight, I got plans I got a certain lust for life, and as it stands Everything is going as right as it can They tryna shoot down my flight, before it lands Before it lands, but you could miss me with all that Diss me, then crawl back

We got it goin' on We'll be banging and singing just like the Rolling Stones We're gonna shake up your souls, we come to rattle your bones 'Cause we got it goin' on We got it goin' on (We got it goin' on) We got it, we got it, we got it goin' on

You know we've got to find a way Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality What's going on Yeah, what's going on Right on baby Mother, mother There's too many of you crying Brother, brother, brother

Jusagroove baby - Jusagroove - Jusagroove - Jusagroove Life going nowhere - lost you don´t care Got no job, no money, no love - and got no honey Bills are growing through the roof - tell you what you gotta do Max to the max - it´s jusagroove Look before

Your love is like a drug You are the one I'm so addicted, you got me fucked up and it feels so good I'm out of control, what the fuck Feels like I'm going insane What the hell have you done to me Can't get you out of my brain I'm so addicted, you got me

I pick my poison and it's you Nothing could kill me like you do You're going straight to my head But nothing ever gets me high like this And I'm heading straight for the edge Bittersweet ecstasy that you got me in Falling deep I can't sleep tonight And

Well, I'm going to fetch my woman, people When the kid hits Alabama, people Don't you try to dog him 'round Well, I was born in Mississippi And I don't take any stuff from you I've got my pistols in my pockets boys I'm Alabama bound I've got my pistols