Oh, frisky, yeah, yeah Put a little tickle on the Jones' head Turn off the lights and go to bed I'll be down when you're gone Call me back on the telephone Lil ole, lil' ole, lil' ole name and a title I gets all the way down If I don't keep smilin'

You know you're not fucking up, though Get locked up and get back to it, yeah You know what the fuck going on, man You better strap in your set or it's gon' be a rough ride It's the king, bitch No introduction really, necessary Get the message like a

Say you wanna get in And then you wanna get out When you get the money To buy yourself a castle How will you wear your leisure Zipper back and front On the fence together Weekends in leather Flip to the right

Take a chance and don't think twice Life's a gamble, roll the dice Grab the wheel and don't look back Every day could be your last You want to be the king When I tell you jump, jump with me, get off your feet You want to live free This is your wake up

I can tell that you're not gonna turn back- Though the road is out stretching before you, And the farther you go, Ain't nothing gonna get you to heaven And you know just who you are Ain't nothing gonna get you to heaven- Lady, you come across the water,

I don't want to leave you breathless This is the end of I spend my days looking through pages Trying to find a way to get away from me With love to give that leaves you breathless Now all I need to find a way back inside my mind When will you realize A

Blow me one last kiss Just when it can't get worse I've had a shit day You've had a shit day We've had a shit day I think that life's too short for this Want back my ignorance and bliss I think I've had enough of this I think I've finally had enough

Does it make you feel alive? Don't look back Live your life Even if it's only for tonight" I said, "hey, it's alright If it makes you feel alive" Can't contain it She said, "hey, it's alright My mother told me I should go and get some therapy

Whatever you got to raise up We'll be flying up in the clouds Like we're never gonna come back down Like we're running out of runway lights You can't get it high enough Your hands or your phone or your cup Set it off like the 4th Of July Gonna take it up

Like a workhorse stands for miles Work for you and never get tired Roll 'em up it's time to go Slaved into brittle and worked for days Only thing that paves your stay Look behind you see what you've made We'll be back before it's too long Shaved into