You gotta get your swagger together nigga (ay) Get your suit fitted (ay) Starts on the inside, ya dig? I don't need mine, I got cribs where we goin' (okay) If you don't love yourself you can't love nobody Keep up nigga (okay) I love myself You goin' need

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

The weak or the strong You got it going on You're dead wrong What about ten years from now? Ten years from now, where do I want to be? I want to be, just livin' man Just living comfortably with my niggas man, in a pool and shit, smoking plenty indo You

Let me break the ice Allow me to get you right But you warm up to me Baby I can make you feel And I can't get enough So let me get it up Ooh, looks like we're alone now You ain't gotta be scared Where you going now?

I ain't leavin' without your love Under the downtown neon lights That's when you caught my eye You got me all worked up It's obvious we both know The night ain't long enough This goin' end tomorrow Tonight ain't long enough I'm old enough to know that

Sometimes I wonder where will we go Lord, don't take my whiskey, rock and roll I'm headed down a highway, got a suitcase by my side Blue skies hangin' over my head; I got five hundred miles to ride I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play a late night show

This time has gotta be our last time Here we are again going in this cheap place What if was seen by a friend and they recognize our face We both know that it's wrong we both should be at home I know that you want me just as much as I want you You've got

Got to keep it goin', got to keep my head up, uh I fall, I break, I mess up, I make mistakes But if you can't take me at my worst You don't deserve me at my best This song's for anybody I shout, I swear, I get angry, I get scared I got to keep it goin',

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

We'll be road trippin' rollin' with the top down, southbound Getting wild, raising hell, and leaving this town In a tank top gonna let the guns out, all about rockin' that farmers tan Got the Chev going seventy , all the girls looking heavenly Like there