But I'm learning my worth is more than your word I tried to fit in, I got sick of it You say I'm just a loser in the background I can never seem to get it right I was born a little bit different I was born just a little bit different You told me I would

Everyday I love her just a little bit more And she loves me the same Oh, loo, love, love Little bit more, just a little bit more And I like how she round at the seam She's young, fresh and green Yes, she gives me loving at the right time Yes, she give me

Low-key, no pressure, just hang with me and my weather Just let me cry a little bit longer I ain't gon' smile if I don't want to I wish we were all rose-colored too My rose-colored boy I had to break it, the wars are raging on And I have taken my glasses

Just a little more love Just a little more peace Is all it takes To live the dream To walk hand and hand We've got to understand And one day soon We'll live in harmony

Wake me up before you go, ooh I need a little more Just a little more, a little more of your love 'Cause your love, your love, your love Wake me up with some more of your love Oh I need a jump start, when you call me I'm runnin' to ya Gimme a headstart,

Runnin' wild and solo Just as fast as thing goes, boy Give me some more She's my little rock star, man she knows it She's shooting whiskey singing 'Sweet Child of Mine', now She ain't into wine and dinin' Ridin' 95 sittin' shot gun pretty Turnin' this

"G" stands for girl-like Gangsta (Ladies say) Don't make 'em like me anymore So we in danger So at ease, little guy, we out-rank ya And when the G's come around just put your hands up Listen when I speak, Don't talk 'til I say so, Real G's work hard for

(Just open up a little bit more) Just open up a little bit more All I ask of you (All I ask of you) Just open up a little bit more (Just open up a little bit more) In comes the dawn, I've fallen asleep with my head pressed against your flaws, All my

I'm a cold one down at the end of the day A little sundown buzz and more on the way I wash a week's worth of dust off my old truck While Bobby Earl runs home to get dressed up Here comes Clifford, gotta forty in a brown bag In his pointed toe boots and a

I surrender, dear. We've played the game of stay away But it cost more that I can pay. Without you I can't make my way, I may seem proud, I may act gay, It's just a pose, I'm not that way, 'Cause deep down in my heart I say Little mean things we were