Layla, you've got me on my knees. Layla, I'm begging, darling please. Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind. What'll you do when you get lonely And nobody's waiting by your side? You've been running and hiding much too long. You know it's just

Maybe I'll find on the way down the line That I'm free, free to be me. Black night is a long way from home. Black night is not right, I don't feel so bright, I don't care to sit tight. I don't need a dark tree, I don't want a rough sea, I can't feel, I

Love of my life, can't you see? What it means to me Love of my life Love of my life, you've hurt me You've broken my heart and now you leave me Bring it back, bring it back Don't take it away from me, because you don't know Love of my life, don't leave

Honey, I wanna drink from that lovin' cup, too Won't you tell me somebody what can I do Early in the morning when the sun come up You're sittin' there drinkin' from that lovin' cup You don't wash your hair, you don't wash your clothes What else you don't

Let's turn up the radio Turn off those stupid singing shows Back to the shack Take me back, back to the shack Back to the strat with the lightning strap Kick in the door, more hardcore Rockin out like it's '94 I know where we need to go Sorry guys I

Come on let's go Space Truckin' We had a lot of luck on Venus We always had a ball on Mars Meeting all the groovey people We've rocked the Milky Way so far We danced around with Borealice We're space truckin' round the the stars Remember when we did the

Supper's almost done Go ahead and call your friends 'Cause we got room for everyone Let's make some memories, 'round this 9 foot pine At the family table It's just an old piece of wood On top of four legs It's got a few coffee stains, and a thousand

The beautiful lull, The dangerous tug We get to feel small From high up above And after a glimpse Over the top The rest of the world Becomes a gift shop The pendulum swings

I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh Shout out, but I

The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls (Jean Genie) Jean Genie, let yourself go, whoah The Jean Genie lives on his back Poor little Greenie, ooh-ooh A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city Strung out on lasers and