'Cause we only have one conversation a week Look at the sky tonight, all of the stars have a reason Wait right here I'll be back in the mornin' I know that I'm not that important to you But to me, girl, you're so much more than gorgeous So much more than

Go back to your trailer Girl we ain’t friends we’re just neighbors There ain’t nothing to see here Keep your two cents on your side of the fence You say that you’re watching the birds out the window Well I’ve got a bird you can watch You ain’t gotta act

And the lights all went out in Massachusetts Feel I'm goin' back to Massachusetts Something's telling me I must go home The day I left her standing on her own Tried to hitch a ride to San Francisco Gotta do the things I wanna do They brought me back to

Come falling I turn you away I am the things that you fear My leap of faith without a sound Don't push my back against the wall When I feel it Withered away I see it Every day complacent Desecrates the fabric of lies

The very worst part of you This isn't what I wanted to be I never thought that what I said would have you running from me I want to be pushed aside so let me go (no, no turning back now) Let me take back my life I'd rather be all alone (no turning back

But it's not that easy But I've got high hopes, it takes me back to when we started High hopes, when you let it go, go out and start again High hopes, oh, when it all comes to an end But the world keeps spinning around Broken bottles in the hotel lobby

We do the bad boy boogie Have a drink on the boys We'll entertain you in style I got my finger in the pie It's just a lick and a promise In the back seat of my car Found a girl she's mama's pride I tatooed her and now she's mine

Two dopeboys in a Cadillac Stayed real, struck it rich, how can you hate on that? Weed clouds in the air, diamonds in the back By the code, the game a decade old I'm livin' like Ox, big-ass house, weed nuggets in the bowl I don't watch soccer, but I like

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (Going back to Cali) When the la-la hits ya lyrics just splits ya Head so hard, that your hat can't fit you Either I'm with ya or against ya Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya Talking to the rap

Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to Need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to Too many enemies on my list to sift through Nobody got my