I know it's gonna be a good night I think I just met my wife I can't think when you're looking like that Can't breathe when you're moving like that But everything's gonna be alright I think I just met my wife (yeah, I said it) I don't know if I can say

Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky And you wonder where is God in your nightlife Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky One set of footsteps, you was carryin' me Yeah, 9:08 L.A. time Back

Oh, the trouble with love Everybody knows it's the best kind, too It'll get you in deep, yeah, it always does Oh, but the trouble's gonna find you Oh, but I got no trouble with love Oh, and that's the trouble with love The trouble with time is that you

Get it now, yeah Looking for the medicine man They say he’s not too far to find They say he’s giving site to the blind They say his every act is divine Yeah, yeah turn me up Lunatic, yeah Turn me up, so loud The next time on the dance floor

Rocket, yeah, satellite of love Ah ah, ooh ooh I will be your, I will be your, I'll be your (I can take you through the center of the dark) We're gonna fly (on a collision course to crash into my heart) Rocket baby, c'mon, I'll be your satellite of love

(I'm bad at love) Each time the feeling fades Look, I don't mean to frustrate, but I Always make the same mistakes, yeah Always make the same mistakes 'cause I'm bad at love I know that you're afraid I'm gonna walk away Got a boy back home in Michigan

Get my money, buy my medicine Buy my medicine, buy my medicine Girl my love's gonna last, just as long as my high Yeah, I like to dedicate this record right here to my main man Johnny Cash, a real American gangster I got my nephew Whitey Ford on the

I finally found my way Said goodbye to yesterday Hit the gas, there ain't no brakes on this lost highway It's independence day on this lost highway So I drive (Drive, drive) Yeah, I'm busting loose, I'm lettin' go Out on this open road

Is this the new national anthem Free just to murder me I know radio prolly ain't gonna play this But chopper going off in the hood man Like Afghanistan or the Gaza strip somewhere man Yeah, we hear it so much we probably numb to it by now After all, it’s

I shoot my shot and it brick (yeah) I'm not the nigga for lip (yeah) Puttin' my heart in the click (yeah) Don't think I'm built for this shit (yeah) Too busy thinking what if (yeah) Fell in love through a photograph I don't even know your name Wonder if