I'd be alright I'd be just fine 'Cause your love is larger than life Baby, if I'd die in your arms tonight Uh-uh-uh-uhh Back here, let's make up lost times All of these times I'd die in your arms tonight I've been sittin' here

Are you ready I'm coming up with all my girls Good times rule, so no curfew Let your hair down Are you, yeah We're gonna party like there's never a worry 'cause Tonight you get to be a superstar We're showing off our moves, the breeze so cool (yeah)

I can feel it comin' in the air tonight, hold on I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, hold on, hold on Sometimes, sometimes you just know, you just know, that's all The best of y'all niggas remind me of myself when I was younger When it was

When the night comes down In the last rays of the setting sun And the past days, that's where our memories run And all of those times Still race through my mind I'm shattered inside to find And I'm here all alone And there's no place to go

Stone in love Those summer nights are callin' Can't help myself, I'm fallin' Burnin' love comes once in a lifetime Those crazy nights, I do remember in my youth I do recall, those were the best times, most of all In the heat with a blue-jean girl She

Homesick tired All alone in a big city Why should ev'rybody pity me, Nighttime's falling, folks are a singin', they dance till break of day Dear Old Southland with it's dreamy songs Takes me back there where I belong How I'd love to be in mammy's arms

(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane) Trappin hard with the yay all times of the night All times of the night, all times of the night Charms 'em with some all of that and all of this (ay look at this) Empty the bottle nigga let the Dom drip

The blade of my knife Faced away from your heart Those last few nights It turned and sliced you apart This love that I tell Now feels lonely as hell From this padded prison cell So many times I said You'd only be mine

Go somewhere we're needed Find somewhere to grow When the color of the night Gives way to shaky movements Improvisational skills Let's swear that we will Get with the times In a current health to stay Get life day to day

And I miss my wife But the devil named music is taking my life And sometimes I'm stoned And yes, I get tired of being alone And sometimes I'm drunk I miss my son Sometimes I'm drunk We drove all night to Billings, Montana Flew into Utah, slept there all