On the big, blue sky And wave bye bye From a long, black Cadillac Ridin' high in a long, black Cadillac Feast your eyes So feast your eyes Pay the price Gotta roll those dice 'Cause I'm sick of all the same withdrawals

Na na na na When you're ready come and get it When you're ready When you're ready, ready I'm not too shy to show I love you, I got no regrets. So baby whenever you're ready You ain't gotta worry, it's an open invitation I'll be sittin' right here, real

I should know by now, you should know by now Something's gotta give, something's gotta break But all I do is give and all you do is take No reason to stay, is a good reason to go Is a good reason to go How did we get so far gone? We should know by now

I can't stop drinking about you No one's gonna love you like I do I gotta numb the pain Without you I ain't the same So pour a shot in my glass and I'll forget forever! (Wow oh) So pour a shot in my glass 'cause it makes everything better! (Wow oh) I

We gotta get out of this place If it's the last thing we ever do Now my girl you're so young and pretty Watch my daddy in bed a-dyin' He's been workin' and slavin' his life away (Yeah!) I've been workin' too, baby (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!) Girl, there's

We're gettin' off today We'll pick you up and take you away Get down tonight Smokin', Smokin' We're cookin' tonight, just keep on tokin' I feel alright, mamma I'm not jokin', yeah We're gonna play you a song, a little bit of rock-n-roll You gotta let

Some days you gotta dance Live it up when you get the chance 'Cause when the world doesn't make no sense And you're feeling just a little too tense Gotta loosen up those chains and dance It was about five 'til five on Friday We were all getting ready to

Never let these nigga's ride your wave Nope, no way, nah Michael Phelps with the swim moves (Skrrt, skrrt, oh) Park the Benz just to the ride the Wraith (Skrrt, skrrt) Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe (Skrrt, skrrt, oh) We gon' go live, we gon'

And it's your face, I'm looking for On every street There's gotta be a record of you some place You gotta be on somebodys books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your

They thinkin' I ain't gettin' no money 'cause I never show it I'm tryna run me up a whole dime and I'm goin' for it Fuck I look like takin' chances Fuck this money, go and blow it I'm tryna run it back up, I gotta put mine up Puttin' up the money for lil