Sanoja: Now That's What I Call Music!. What I Got.

Early in the morning, risin' to the street
Light me up that cigarette, and I strap shoes on my feet
Got to find a reason, a reason things went wrong
Got to find a reason why my money's all gone
I got a dalmation, and I can still get high
And I can play the guitar like a mother fucking riot

Well, life is (too short), so love the one you got
Cause you might get run over, or you might get shot
Never start no static, I just get it off my chest
Never had to battle with my bullet proof vest
Take a small example, take a ti-ti-tip from me
Take all your money, give it up to charity
Lovin's what I got, it's within my reach
And the Sublime style still straight from Long Beach
It all comes back to you, you're going to get what you deserve
Try and test that, you're bound to get served
Love's what I got, don't start a riot
You feel it when the dance gets hot

Lovin' is what I got - I said, remember that
Lovin' is what I got - now remember that

Lovin' is what I got - I said, remember that
Lovin' is what I got...

I don't cry when my dog runs away
I don't get angry at the bills I have to pay
I don't get angry when my mom smokes pot
Hits the bottle and goes back to the rock
Fuckin' and fightin', it's all the same
Livin' with Louie's dog's the only way to stay sane
Let the lovin', let the lovin' come back to me

Lovin' is what I got - I said, remember that
Lovin' is what I got - now remember that
Lovin' is what I got - I said, remember that
Lovin' is what I got, I got, I got...