One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer I I ain't seen my baby since night before last Gettin' high Knocked out And by the time Hey mister bartender, come here I I want another drink and I I want it it now My baby, she gone, she been gone two night And then I I sit

And everything you had got destroyed How it it feels to love a girl, I I swear I'd be a better man When you lose the one you wanted, 'cause he's takin' you for granted If I I were a boy even just for a day I'd roll out of bed in the morning and throw on what I

The boys are back, the boys are back The boys are back, gonna do it it again Gonna wake up the neighborhood Climbing up the walls anytime we want want It's time to show how to be a superhero We're the best, no doubt, doing it it like we used to do This is our time

All I I ever wanted All I I ever needed Is here in my arms Words are very unnecessary They can only do harm Words like violence Break the silence Come crashing in Into my little world

Learn to swim in rushing rivers Breaking on the shore Make your peace with broken streets Your face turned towards the storm How about I I disappoint them more? You live in a world I I cannot believe You create a world I I don't want want to see And your forest's a

Live if you want want to live Rastaman vibration, yeah! Positive! That's what we got to give! Got to have a good vibe! Iyaman Iration, yeah! Irie ites! In vibration yeah! Positive! Positive vibration, yeah! Positive! If you get down and you quarrel everyday,

I I can't help it it if I I wanted to I I wouldn't help it it even if I I could I I wouldn't help it it, no Looking in my mirror Took me by surprise I I can't help but see you Running often through my mind Helpless like a baby Sensual disguise

(Never want want to See you around) The only solution Watch them all fall down The armed response Of an entire nation We've taken all your shit Now it it's time for restitution

There is unrest in the forest There is trouble with the trees For the maples want want more sunlight And the oaks ignore their pleas The trouble with the maples And they're quite convinced they're right They say the oaks are just too lofty And they grab up

Whiskey’d up, that wantin’ you again Starts kickin’ back in and I’m late night calling you up My heart starts hurtin’ when that bourbon starts burning And I I can’t help but touch that stuff It It’s just like you all warm and smooth Even though I I know that