Spose, Cam Groves - Gotta Get lyrics

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

(Gotta get) By, so I'm making hit's while
They're taking shit'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 cassette
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?

(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 ass cheeks
Check it, last week
Tried urgently to keep the bank
Account out of the burgundy to stay classy
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

(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
Shit 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 shit 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
Shit gets some days

Shit, Wells, Maine all over your face
Here's a washcloth (Gotta get)