Lyrics Love More (Clean Version) by Chris Brown

'Til we get it
I'ma get it
'Til we get it
'Til we get it
I'ma get it
'Til we get it

You say all you need is consistent love
When I try, I swear it's never enough, I messed up
Maybe this thing here just ain't meant for us
Baby, you let go and I pull you back
I let go, you ain't havin' that

We do it like rock stars (Oh)
Sexin' in my hotel room and we so loud
Higher than a smoke cloud (Oh)
Shades on, doin' ninety-five with the top down
I might sound crazy (Oh)
'Cause we be goin' back and forth
One minute I hate you, then I love you
That's how it is

‘Til we get it right, we gon' love some more
('Til we get it)
I'ma get it (I'ma get it)
'Til we get it ('Til we get it)
‘Til we get it right, we gon' love some more
(I'ma get it)
I'ma get it ('Til we get it)
'Til we get it (I'ma get it)
(Turn up)
Why is it all so complicated?
Baby, this should be simple, it's turnin' me mental
But when you back it up, it really drives me crazy
And you know what I'm into
Make me forget what we arguin' about, ayy

We do it like rock stars (Oh)
Sexin' in my hotel room and we so loud
Higher than a smoke cloud (Oh)
Shades on, doin' ninety-five with the top down
I might sound crazy (Oh)
'Cause we be goin' back and forth
One minute I hate you, then I love you
That's how it is

‘Til we get it right, we gon love some more (Oh, no)
('Til we get it)
I'ma get it (I'ma get it, ayy)
'Til we get it ('Til we get it), we get it right
‘Til we get it right, we gon' love some more (More)
(I'ma get it)
I'ma get it ('Til we get it, yeah)
'Til we get it (I'ma get it)
(Yo, turn up)
He don't know me but he settin' up to, uh
Said my Twitter picture 'mind him of Naomi, uh
On the low, I used to holler at his homie, uh
N-n-now I'm 'bout to ride him like a pony, yeah
Okay, thug prolly, yo, come polly
He wanna wanna bad Dolly and pop
I hope your pockets got a motherfinna pot belly
Or is it that you never ball? John Salley
He had the Rolls in the Royce, the tone in his voice
Don't want a good girl, nah, is his choice
D-D-D on H, p-p-p on W
Mouth on open, a-a-a on smother you
A-A-A on the cover too, Elle Magazine
Vroom, vroom, vroom, get gasoline
Could I be your wife? Naw, we could bang though
I got these whipped, call me Django (If we)

‘Til we get it right, we gon' love some more (Oh-oh)
('Til we get it)
I'ma get it (I'ma get it, I'ma get it)
'Til we get it ('Til we get it)
‘Til we get it right, we gon' love some more (Right, we gon' love some more, some more)
(I'ma get it)
I'ma get it ('Til we get it, yeah)
'Til we get it (I'ma get it)