What Do I Got To Lose? - Sebastian Bach

I've been a waiter, a roofer, a clerk I've shoveled manure till my pride hurt. When you're starting out, it's all part of the work To do what I do. I've been evicted for not making rent Made my Daddy wonder where my good sense went. For the price of a dream, my years have been spent To do what I do. So I stand here tonight with this six string guitar To be something I've always been in my heart. Just for the chance to play you my song The thrill when I hear you singing along. It's been worth everything I've been through To do what I do. I've played for empty tables and chairs The drunks that don't listen, the crowds that dont care. Been told countless times Boy you ain't goin' nowhere To do what I do. So I hope the critics and skeptics alike All bought a ticket to this show tonight. And they'll see firsthand that I have survived And what doesn't kill you makes you more alive. And I'm one of the fortunate few To do what I do. There's so much joy this music can bring So I count my blessings when I step up to sing. 'Cause they're so many people who would give anything To do what I do. And I thank you. I can do what I do!

You make it hard to breathe It's as if I'm suffocating And when you're next to me I can feel your heartbeat through my skin It makes me sad to think This could all be for nothing I wish there was a way A way for you to see inside me I've never felt this way About anyone or anything, tell me What do I have to do, to make you happy? What do I have to do, to make you understand? What do I have to do, to make you want me? But, if I can't make you want me What do I have to do? I know exactly what you're thinking But I swear this time I will not let you down I'm not as selfish as I used to be That was a part of me that never made me proud Right now I think I would try anything Anything at all to keep you satisfied God I hope you see what losing you would do to me All I want is one more chance, tell me What do I have to do, to make you happy? What do I have to do, to make you understand? What do I have to do, to make you want me? But, if I can't make you want me Just tell me, tell me Can I, how can I, how can we? What do I have to do, to make you want me? What do I have to do, to make you understand? What do I have to do, to make you love me? But, if I can't make you love me Just tell me what do I have to do? To forget about you

Here it comes that lonely feeling again Well, I think I'll call up my nouveau friends Met her at 'The Edge' on a Monday night And I think that she'd be fun but she's not my type We talking about the accident All messed up and that's exactly what she meant Inherit the wind and start over again What have you got to do to get off tonight What have you got to do to get off tonight What have you got to do to get off tonight I don't want to talk about what's fashionable I don't want to know about what is in vogue I want to know about the way that you feel I want to have fun, I want to know what is real I feel like a bird was frying on a wire Walking on coals to cool my desire Inherit the wind but you're gonna get tired What have you got to do to get off tonight What have you got to do to get off tonight What have you got to do to get off tonight, oh Ooh and I feel like a bird that's frying on a wire Walking on coals to cool my desire Inherit the wind but you're gonna get tired What have you got to do to get off tonight What have you got to do to get off tonight What have you got to do to get off tonight What have you got to do to get off tonight Hey, what have you got to do to get off tonight What have you got to do to get off, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Ooh, yeah

You must understand though the touch of your hand Makes my pulse react That it's only the thrill of a boy meeting girl Opposites attract It's physical, only logical You must try to ignore that it means more than that oh oh oh What's love got to do, got to do with it What's love, but a second hand emotion What's love got to do, got to do with it Who needs a heart? When a heart can be broken It may seem to you that I'm acting confused When you're close to me If I tend to look dazed, I've read it someplace I've got cause to be There's a name for it There's a phrase that fits But whatever the reason you do it for me oh oh oh What's love got to do, got to do with it What's love, but a second hand emotion What's love got to do, got to do with it Who needs a heart? When a heart can be broken Oh, yeah! A-ha! I've been taking on a new direction But I have to say I've been thinking about my own protection It scares me to feel this way oh oh oh What's love got to do, got to do with it What's love, but a second hand emotion What's love got to do, got to do with it Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken What's love got to do, got to do with it What's love but a sweet old fashioned notion What's love, got to do with it Who needs a heart when a heart can be broke What's love, ooh got to do with it What's love, whats love What's love, whats love

They gave me hassle back when we used to capsule crack Now I'm shittin' on 'em just to pay them assholes back Quarterback life, people wanna pass you sacks Matte black Maybach, I named it Matt Hasselbeck White 'Bach truck, the bounce might flash you back "Still D.R.E.," Snoop and Dre, classic track (still) We done schoolin' niggas, time to throw them tassel caps (real) We the tag team that never tongue rassled back Ain't goin' back and forth with niggas, I don't battle rap Safari Air Max in the jungle, match with the habitat If you need a brick stepped on, I know where some Kappas at Lost homies, twisted my mental, just gettin' back from that If I wrote my life in a book, I bet not a chapter wack I don't know where your mouth been, this blunt, I'm not passin' that I been on Rémy, not shorty that make Pap' relax From trap to rap, we pull up Bach to Bach, it's a matter of fact Back to back like Curry '17, '18 I figure Dolce and Gabbana fit better than state greens Lay back in the Six like I'm Drizzy in Toronto Your bird gave me the box, I ain't have to put on no blindfold Logo on the ground when I open the car door She talkin' nastier than Lil Kim on Hard Core The OG came home, he mean as a guard dog Which one of you 50 Boyz I'ma send my Lamar for? (Uh) You give niggas an inch, they take a couple yards more (facts) I give 'em game for free that I could really charge for Ain't investin' in our business, why you up in ours for? Bum-ass nigga, worry 'bout your cup and cardboard, nigga I seen the devil, that just made me talk to God more Just prayin' that the plug give me the light like Sean Paul I ain't have to tip her, I could still clip her like Paul George Give out work like Job Corp, this life you would die for Deals funny as Seinfeld, what the fuck would you sign for? After you cook and clean it, under the sink is the Pine Sol All these diamonds in my watch got me readin' the time wrong Born savage, cause havoc, Mobb Deep, no quiet storm And I'm the prodigy, so we mob deep everywhere These are Prada, G, I'ma mob deep every pair, yeah You know I handle my business, you hear my daughter talk Black leather trench, 'bout to cut a nigga water off My baby told me to lay back tonight Put me in a Maybach tonight Bet you Lil Kim fucked in a 600 Handle it like a real bitch, Heather Hunter My baby told me to lay back tonight Put me in a Maybach tonight Bet you Lil Kim fucked in a 600 Handle it like a real bitch, Heather Hunter