DJ Jon - Gotta Get lyrics

[Spose] Woo, I didn't see you there It's a sincere pleasure to be back with you all From sunny Wells, Maine to wherever you are [Verse 1] (Gotta get) By, so I'm making hits while they're taking sh**s Making tracks while they're taking naps If you said that I was wack, I will make you take it back To when my car had radar to show me where the bacon's at Freestyling over beats on ca**ette Dilated Peoples sticker on a skateboard deck People calling me with debts to collect Then my song got played, made the money pirouette (mmhmm) I was pushing CDs out the trunk space Do work, never see me on a lunch break New verse always in the making As well as the poster, the album cover, and the live show arrangement And the web pages, you know time is of the essence I am like a Yankee Swap, you will feel my presence So what's the deal, my brethren? Put a hand up, feel the real congealed to each sentence You feel that? [Verse 2] (Gotta get) Copious paper to the roof of the cathedral The root of all evil, imprinted with bald eagles I'm not trying to floss like bad teeth I'm just trying to cop a couple Huggies for those a** cheeks Check it, last week Tried urgently to keep the bank account out of the burgundy To stay cla**y The bankteller said she loved my last pastiche Just the life of Spose, Mr. Sparker if you're nasty Gotta get rap money, cause all my friends got other jobs But hip-hop, that's it for me And my kid looks hungry, advances don't last Downeast Energy don't give away gas And the Maine winter's frigid, need electric for the 'fridge So I'm dipping out the crib each night to go spit But when it came to hustling, I always fared well I could sell hair gel to Howie Mandell And even when I used to work sixty-hour weeks I still found time to hit the quill before the sheets I could've never entered though, I could've hit delete But I took control, shifted flows Now I pick the tab up for your ho Veuve Clicquot [Verse 3] (Gotta get) More virtues than flaws I used to disobey my curfews, ducking from the law We were into horseplay, you know, sipping Clydesdales If the pigs came, we'd giraffe it, high tail We just wanted parties and a nice tan Every night plan's detrimental to my lifespan Now I'm 25, happy I'm alive Used to drive a buck thirty-five, probably should've died But I didn't, now I'm getting paid for my banter Still got a little bit of sh** I need answered Am I getting cancer from Js in my jaws? Will I need another liver after all this scotch? Will I be afflicted by convictions for the pot? If this rap sh** fails then I gotta get a job? And what about my college degree That I pursued for five years and still haven't received? And the debt that I accrued weighs heavy on my noodle But, go type my name into Google Behold my accomplishments and some praise But you won't see how real sh** gets some days [Outro] sh**, Wells, Maine all over your face Here's a washcloth (Gotta get)