Last Friday night In another life Do you ever feel Be your teenage dream tonight Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh I would make you stay So I don't have to say you were Boom boom boom even brighter than the moon moon moon

What goes up, must come down) (What goes around, comes around Now who's cryin', desirin' to come back to me Don't play with me, don't play with me, 'cause I remember when I was sittin' home alone Waiting for you 'til three o'clock in the morn' Weren't

Don't try to understand A life upon the road is the life of an outlaw man Woman, don't try to love me I am an outlaw, I was born an outlaw's son The highway is my legacy On the highway I will run In one hand I've a Bible In the other I've got a gun Well,

Did you miss me? No, I don't know where I'm goin' But I'm goin', now is you comin' with me? Up, up and away Hey, do you trust me? If I was on my last dollar, dead broke, assed out, would you love me? Then it must be a match made in heaven God's Gift,

No more same old someone else Back to the one you used to love like crazy Maybe you'll save me from myself I'm gonna run straight back to us, baby When the sun comes around again You won't be waking up in a stranger's bed I don't say what I mean I don't

Don't you know you're standing in the way of the light? Turn night into day Pour oil on these flames Speed up my heart again There's still a way to make it right We'll find the strength this time And pull back this veil So come on, come on, come on

It's got what it takes So tell me why can't this be love? Straight from my heart Oh, tell me why can't this be love? Oh here it comes That funny feeling again winding me up inside Every time we touch Hey I don't know Oh, tell me where to begin cause I

I look around and I see nothing in my neighborhood Not satisfied don't think I'll ever wanna stay for good Packed up my bags, told mom and dad I've gotta go, go And once I do they'll finally see the inner me Walking on the pavement I chip my pride and my

These streets took my conscience All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid Yeah, Project Baby Sniper Gang Yeah, everybody with me on that same thang I don't gang-bang but I bang bang I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains Took that

Ain't no time for talking Show me what you got We're gonna get this bed rocking And it ain't gonna stop (You're getting locked up) Roll your body like you do Don't be afraid to move it You got everything I like so