Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Them that's got shall have Them that's not shall lose So the Bible said and it still is news Yes, the strong gets more While the weak ones fade Empty pockets don't

That's what it's made for You know I got it Girl I forgot it But we gon' still get down like this So I can do you like this, baby So I can freak you like this, baby Know you gon' felt it like this, baby Go on and hit it Felt it like this

I’m super turnt up You know that I Boy your love got me super turnt up I can’t lie, I’m super turnt up Super turnt up, super turnt up So baby come get it, get it I’ll give this love to you That's my baby He be puttin' it down

For all this misery Well I ain't got nothing Sure can tell you I'm gonna throw it down and go Staying out here That's the last thing on my mind I need shackles on my feet I need someone to save my soul's defeat I ain't got nothing

'Cause you're the only one that's taking me home Can't wait to get in my zone Who said we got to go slow Turn down the lights, and watch my private show You got a ticket for all To get high, we got to get low Because this is your private show We're

That's why New York's my home New York's my home, sweet home But it hasn't got There's a rumor going around That some of you good people Want to leave this town But you better consult me before you go 'Cause I've been in all these places

'Cause this morning I smoked them stems This morning I smoked them stems Yeah, that's the kinda shape I'm in I'm in a bad, bad way again My dealer, he's been out of town And that's really got me down I hope he ain't up in the pen again My baby, she done

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

She got the best of me She broke my heart Now all that's left of me Is beating in this guitar Every night, a different town She follows me around So you get what's left of me Yeah, you get what's left of me 'Cause she got the best of me

Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own (Mama may have, Papa may have) (But God bless the child that's got his own) Them that's got shall get Them that's not shall lose So the Bible said and it still is