Junk don't get you far
Tell my mama I'm coming home
Got to give it up that stuff
I got to give it up that stuff
Got to give it up
I got to give it up that stuff
Now and then I powder my nose
Got to give it up
I've been messing with the heavy stuff
Got to give it up that stuff
Tell my mama and tell my pa
Give it up
And I think it's lost control
I got to give it up that stuff
But I'm waking up and it's wearing off
Got to give it up that stuff
Got to give it up
In the end he lost his bottle
Give it up
Put pen to paper but I was frightened
Mama, I'm coming home
I got to give it up that stuff
He tried hard but his spirit broke
That their fine young son didn't get far
Got to give it up
Tell my sister, I'm sinking slow
Got to give it up
For a time I couldn't get enough
I've got to give it up that stuff
Got to give it up
In the end I lost my bottle
Got to give it up
He tried until he nearly choked
Got to give it up
Sitting in a sleazy bar
Tell my brother, I tried to write and
I got to give it up that stuff
He made it to the end of a bottle
I couldn't seem to get the words out right
You know what I am talking about
It smashed in a casbah
I got to give it up that stuff
Right, quite right
I've got to give it up
In my youth I'm getting older
Got to give it up
Got to give it up
Drinking alcohol
