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

These are my confessions Just when I thought I said all I can say My chick on the side said she got one on the way Man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do I guess I gotta give you part two of my confessions If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it

You've gotta give for what you take I won't let you down I think there's something you should know There's something deep inside of me Take back your picture in a frame I just hope you understand Sometimes the clothes do not make the man All we have to

F-f-f-foolin', ah f-f-foolin' If you're really there and you really care 'Cause baby I'm not Is anybody out there, anybody there Does anybody wonder, anybody care Oh, I just gotta to know Lady luck never smiles So lend your love to me awhile Do with me

Yeah I know that I let you down Is it too late to say I'm sorry now? I'm sorry, yeah Is it too late now to say sorry? Sorry, yeah You gotta go and get angry at all of my honesty You know I try but I don't do too well with apologies I hope I don't run out

Stay in my backpack forever Don’t try to find your spaceship It might be out there waiting (You know I gotta find my spaceship, My planet’s outside there waiting, I can’t stay in your backpack forever) Stay in your backpack, backpack, backpack You don’t

From a past life In the long time I was picking up a suit from the dry cleaners Which was standard for me Thursday, 12:30, I gotta pretty solid routine these days I don't know it just works for me Anyway, I was leaving I was getting in my car And I went

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

I might not be flawless, but you know I gotta diamond heart Young, wild, American C'mon baby, do you have a girlfriend? Rain on me a million I'm not flawless, but I gotta diamond heart I'll just keep go-go'n One, five, ten, lay a million on me

We go fallin' off the wagon Got ourselves a real bad habit Girl, you got me actin' like an addict All messed up, no matter what You know I just gotta have it Even though it winds up tragic Tonight whatever happens, happens And tomorrow, we'll get back on