You are the end of everything This is the end of everything I think I'm gonna be sick and it's your fault I haven't slept since I woke up You are wrong, fucked, and overrated And found my whole life was a lie, motherfucker Shallow skin, I can paint with

Ego, see your ego Just too far away Gold shimmering sand is making me thinking of her Thinking of her But I am at Half Moon Bay It's just too far away And our place to be somewhere else Ego, see your ego, oh, oh And I'm missing my miss of roses

There's a starman waiting in the sky La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la He'd like to come and meet us But he thinks he'd blow our minds He's told us not to blow it 'Cause he knows it's all worthwhile Let the children lose it Let the children use it

Isn't she cra-crazy beautiful Isn't she stra-strange and wonderful And I think I love her more than I even understand We get so close, kissing like Eskimos It's a little bit much I know, I do She's a little bit wild, a little bit mad, a little bit uh oh,

I know he thinks about her when he plays guitar Singing, singing, singing Ooh la la, he breaks my heart American, 'merican, 'merican boy Know it's my American boy And ooh la la, my American boy And insecure 'bout all the things you say (say, say, say,

F.E.E.L G.O.O.D, yes I feel good sing it with me F.E.E.L G.O.O.D My heart's, lonely without you My eyes, only see you and me Stupid, thinking about you It's hard, hard 'cause you make me feel good I'm only living when you're here in my life And now

Maybe I like that I'm not alright I like to stare at the sun And think about what I've done I lie awake in my great escape I like crossing the line Its for losing my mind Are you okay 'Cause I feel fine Maybe its me

It's always messin' It's always messin' my mind It's a bad obsession So who you foolin' Don't try ta give me a line But I already left you and you're better off left behind But I can't stop thinkin' 'bout doin' it one more time

I wanna fuck you in the studio And lately I been drippin' sauce Baby girl, I know it's been a minute Been a minute since I hit it But I wanna do somethin' different (oh yes I do, okay, okay) And I think that you just wanna lick it Got a session in the

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing