Extraordinary That's what you are to me You make every day feel like And I don't care what we do Everything feels good with you It's true, you make an ordinary day Extraordinary, yeah Sunday morning and cold rain is pouring down That's OK, I got sunshine

Make some good ol' love Ho na na na People, people Have you heard the good news There's people, people They're running just like you Today I say It's all that matters for now For you, and I

Hope I'm feeling this good when it's Monday morning Been doing my own thing, can't say that I'm sorry And I can only pray someday that we'll all be More than just okay, we can be so free And I can get fly with ya, ride with ya, shine with ya, yeah I can

I promise you there's times I'm not so sad Some days the good will even out the bad I know I'm married to my problems It's always in my head And I'm destined for greatness or death Destined for greatness or death I need another drug Sickness is in season

We never have to say goodbye We never have to say 'Cause I can feel you from the afterlife And I just wanna say, that every single day You make me take a deeper look inside If everything you say it's true Then I would never have to call on you In every

It's a brand new day (Don't you see me) Changing on my way (So completely) And I'm feelin' good This time I'm gonna show you that I got the spirit This time I'm a sing and your gonna hear it This time I'm gonna show you I got the spirit

Remember (remember) It's my life and I'll do what I want It's my mind and I'll think what I want Show me I'm wrong, hurt me sometime But some day I'll treat you real fine It's a hard world to get a break in All the good things have been taken But girl

It's a bring your own booze contribution We got beer and good old boys, good old girls Gettin' backwards in a backwoods world Sunday morning we'll have a get-right reunion Oh, but tonight it's on, pass the jar around Get so far gone we come unwound We

Good to go, good to go Fresh kicks (all day) new fits (all right) Drop hits (all day) then party (all night) Walk wit a limp, and I talk wit a lingo Party with a buncha bad girls in a Pinto Run up on a motherfucker wit a dull pencil Sharpen up a #2 on

She used to be mine Oh she used to be mine She looks so good movin' cross the dance floor Better than the day she left me Arm in arm with somebody new Holdin' hands and laughin' like we used to I got my best smile on but it's no disguise It don't hide