To the white hills, and the oceans Hold your breath my dear We're going under I search for solace in this toxic land of sin Just let me in Don't wake me up, their songs are soothing Their wine subdues me Dreams, my mind won't lift me from my dreams Oh

You're on fire As we let go It is your faith And then we shift into overdrive But you're not here And your legs and the stars collide Like you didn't know The temple of bodies

Have you read this? Never gon’ be President now He’s never gon’ be President now Well, he’s never gon’ be President now (never gon’ be President now) The Reynolds Pamphlet At his own house Well, he’s never gon’ be President now That’s one less thing to

Maybe you'll say You still want me That you don't Maybe we said It was over But baby I can't let you go If I had one single wish I'd go back to the moment I kissed You goodbye no mater how hard I try

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Tay Keith, this too hard Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard, ayy (Run that back, Turbo) I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides We get M's in by the shoe size I don’t fuck with y'all

(Let him go) Bismillah! We will not let you go (Let me go) Will not let you go Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

Dance on the ocean Summer days Summer days (like the summer days) They're playing our song Hold on to meet one more time Don't kiss me goodbye Don't know what you think you will find I don't wanna let you go We can make it on our own

You're a true friend You're here till the end When something ain't right Talk with me now and into the night You pull me aside 'Til it's alright again A true friend We sign our cards and letters BFF You've got a million ways to make me laugh

Let it roll if we got the gas We let it rip when we got the money It gets wild yeah but that's the way we get down Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin' up his Bronco He's gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull All the girls are getting' pretty

Way, way back Like it wasn't all that way, way back Find that no-name road Cross those boxcar tracks Where we used to go And lay it way, way, back Let the moonshine through Kissing you like yesterday Every little scratch on that CD