Got to Give It Up

Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff
Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff
Tell my mama and tell my pa That their fine young son didnt get far
He made it to the end of a bottle
Sitting in a sleazy bar
He tried hard but his spirit broke
He tried until he nearly choked
In the end he lost his
Bottle drinking alcohol
Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff
Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff
Tell my brother I tried to write and
Put pen to paper but I was frightened
I couldnt seem to get the words out right
Right quite right
Tell my sister Im sinking slow
Now and again I powder my nose
In the end I lost my bottle
It smashed in a casbah
Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff
Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff
Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff
Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff
Ive been messing with the heavy stuff
For a time I couldnt get enough
But Im waking up and its wearing off
Junk dont take you far
Tell my mama Im coming home
In my youth Im getting older
And I think its lost control
Mama Im coming home
Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff
Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff