Early in the mornin'
Risin' to the street
Light me up that cigarette
And I strap shoes on my feet
Got to find a reason
Reason things went wrong.
Got to find the reason why my money's all gone.

I got a dalmatian
And I can still get high.
I can play the guitar like a mother fucking riot.

Life is too short so love the one you got
Cause you might get run over or you might get shot.
Never had to battle with no bulletproof vest.
Never start no static I just get it off my (chest).
Take a small example, a tip from me...
Take all of your money and give it up to charity.
Lovin's what I got, It's within my reach
(And the sublime style is 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, I said remember that.

Why 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 that bottle and goes right to the rock.
Fuckin and fighting, it's all the same.
To live with Louie 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, I said remember that.
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that.
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that.
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that.
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that.
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that.
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that.

Writer : BRADLEY NOWELL, ERIC WILSON, FLOYD GAUGH, LINDON ROBERTS
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, UNIVERSAL MUSIC-CAREERS