I gotta have it To have this music in me I just keep playing my song Hoping that I get along You don't know how much it means In the morning I gotta have this blues I gotta have You don't know how much this means

You gotta love it You better own it And god knows it You gutta shu uh shove it I'm gonna make things happen Goin' round n' round n' round... Any way you can feel it You shouldn't try to conceal it baby You got to make up your mind Any way I can steal it

Long enough now I'm strong enough To know you gotta go There's no more to say So save your breath No matter what I hear you say I'm telling you Strong enough and I quite crying I don't need your sympathy There's nothing you can say or do for me

Girl if you pull up to my window Imma take your order (order) Anything you want girl you know I'll get it for ya (for ya) Say you wanna be my baby, you know I gotta spoil ya (spoil ya) For the rest of my life I'm ready to enjoy us So why the hell we

I gotta long long way to go Before I can say goodbye to you Before I can say goodbye To all I ever knew Then every time I turn around And you're nowhere to be found Oh, I gotta long long way I know You held my hand and then you slipped away

You don't gotta go to work, work, work, work, work, work, work We can work from home, oh, oh, oh-oh But you gotta put in work, work, work, work, work, work, work Let my body do the work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work I know you're always on

Regret in your tears, know you taste 'em 'Cause you know I don't chase, I replace 'em Don't rush, take time, take some I just wanted memories, tried to make some with you Now I gotta erase 'em with you I tried to make some with you Look at you now, stuck

Got the game from them old niggas You gotta know where I'm from to get to know a nigga I'm still glad I smoke weed Hidin' from the police I spent time overseas, hanging out in England And I got the squad on my mind and I mean this Do a little time out

Baby you gotta know that I'm just out here doin' what I gotta do For me and you and we eatin' So bitch why the fuck is you trippin'. I'm takin' these chances my head to the sky, my feet on the ground My fingers to the judge if the money don't move Then

'Cause I know just what I'm gonna do Well I gotta get drunk, I sure do dread it I start to spend my money, call everybody honey I spend my whole paycheck on some old wreck And brother, I could name you a few And I wouldn't think of lettin' them down