I'm still working on my masterpiece and I (Oh oh, oh ah) I still fall on my face sometimes and I Can't color inside the lines 'cause I'm perfectly incomplete I wanna hang with the greatest gotta Way to go, but it's worth the wait, no You haven't seen the

We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these color TV's You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for

Ay, oh, ay, oh, oh We gotta make it work, work Oh, oh, oh, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah

Can you love? Got to get it, got got to get it Got to get it, got got to get it on I can feel it working from the last you know Defeated no more Gotta let this fire keep burning 'Cause I can't seem to let this show Instead of running I keep it slow

I just may walk up in Saks Good all ways, all work, no play, just juug I can't fuck you right now, no I gotta juug I take off, no jet lag Big old gun in a duffel bag Still got niggas on the block, yeah If we go broke, it's back to that Spend that shit,

Comfortable here I feel comfortable here Yo, I'm comfortable doing work in the studio I'm comfortable giving fans an unruly show Even if I gotta take a voyage like Coolio To rocket I'm with it but outside that shit is bootyhole No interviews with Tech

Girl you've gotta slow it down I'm not tryna fall for you I can't give it all to you Oh the more that I tell her I'm not staying over Oh the more that I try to convince her this won't work The faster she takes off her clothes Even though I want to You've

You gotta know, I'm feeling love Made of gold, I never loved her Another one, another you It's gotta be love, I said it It's gotta be love I said it A physical kiss is nothing without it And you close your eyes to see what it's done The body that lies is

You gotta work We gon' find a way Somebody's gotta do it I know the road is deep I know the journey's long So, I've got to carry on And when I'm in too deep I need you to help me to be strong It ain't gonna happen on its own

Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit Everything you get you gotta work hard for it (Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop (And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch I used to get feels on a bitch Now I throw shields on the dick, to stop me from that