You cannot breakdown what can't be broken Out of all the rankless, I was chosen When all of the lights, they get low And all of the curtains they close G-code, G-code, we can't break the G-code We bros (can't be broken) We bros, we bros, we can't break

'Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth 'Til the smoke clears out and my high perhaps I'm a rip this shit till my bone collapse 'Cause sometimes you just feel tired, you feel weak And when you feel weak

Oh, you look so beautiful tonight And I miss you when you're not around I'm getting ready to leave the ground In the city of blinding lights The more you see the less you know The less you find out as you go I knew much more then than I do now Neon

I won't stop until I burn this to the ground I break down the walls I want it all Scream and shout Till the lights go out We won't take this We won't stop until the world is in our hands Watching the flames rise high (yeah) Sing this with me

Don't shoot love baby Don't shoot love Don't shoot When you get that feeling I got my hands up screaming Shoot the lights out Got my hands up screaming So go ahead pull the trigger Go ahead pull the trigger

Baby when the lights go out I hear you calling (I hear you calling) And I can't get away In spite of all the consequence In spite of all my pride In spite of little things you said That hide me deep inside I believe your love

2 places at 1 time And out of everywhere I’ve been Oh it kills me every time And my heart knows a way back home When the wind sings that old familiar song ‘Cause I’ve been all around the world I’ve seen the Northern lights Paint the sky in shades of

Like there's moonshine in the trunk, and blue lights on our tail Like we're helping out uncle Jessy, making a midnight run Let's drive tonight like this whole county's dry And there's moonshine in the trunk Like if we get caught they're gonna haul us off

And have a big time tonight A bunch of down home boys and some blue jean girls Kicking up the dirt and shooting out the lights Life can be an ol' briar patch Gotta dance your way through it sometimes So we're gonna drink a little beer, play a little

Why does it really matter 'Cause when the lights go out, it only gets better Then the rest doesn't really matter You know it doesn't really matter That I always seem to forget Where I put my keys, my hat and my coat We're searching for your sun glasses