Turn that shit out louder Make it all go faster Playing through the witching hour Take it to one thousand horsepower Get it up get it up feel the alive Turn it up turn it up one more time Time to rewind Back to 1995 when we were nothing Walking through

You could hurt somebody like that If you pull me close just to disappear The chances are I'd wait for you a thousand years If you light the fuse you know that I'll react If you wrap us in your love just to take it back If you catch my eye across a

And we hide away, love the night away, And we run between the shadows and the light, Well we rifle through the night, Like riders on the run now, in the street-- Holding back the blinding light, 'cause a thousand eyes can be so indiscreet, We're children

We're smokin' dynamite (Got kingdom come, on the run) So keep the throttle to the bottom We may never see tomorrow Too many fuses to light Gonna steal, beg, and borrow A thousand fahrenheit and we're about to ignite If tonight's our time to go, the one

I've been too low, so it's high time It's high time To slow my roll Let the grass just grow and lean way back It's a fine time To let it it all go Been missing my roots I'm getting rid of the flash Nobody needs a thousand-dollar suit just to take out the

Name another nigga hot I'm just honest Gold bottles on bottles, I’m just honest A hundred thousand on watches I’m just honest Coupes all on coupes, I’m just honest I keep a gang of bad bitches with me too And we ain’t never going back to what we used to

Let freedom ring with all the crazies on parade Let them eat poison and it tastes like lemonade Back in the USA for a small town serenade With fireworks on display Tonight, it's a hero's welcome home And there's no place to go And I'm taking it to the

Mister Vice President Mister Madison Senator Burr What is this? We have the check stubs, from separate accounts Almost a thousand dollars, paid in different amounts To a Mister James Reynolds way back in Seventeen ninety-one

You're always summer breaking Summer is gone (See how they play) (You're gonna need someone to break your fall) Driving through Ghost-town Metal horses a thousand feet high Pulling your top down In the back of some pretty boy's ride

A thousand times, too many times I've fallen back out of place from a dream The bright sunlight, a rude awakening Like I'm seeing the colors leave the brush for the wall That's when, into I reach into memories I long to relive those times Those younger