It be a buck-fifty, your chance of runnin is infinte Slugs that leave n****s drugged like a chick slip the Mickey I'm so on the low it'd take a Navy SEAL to get me, when I surface If not chips to Benz is the purpose On your team I'll pull the curtain, a

I wanna get high On some low country Where the sun meets the water Sounds right on the money Let's let that tide take us for a ride Girl, wherever it wants to All night long And the nights get hotter

The last, the last, the last The glow of the cities below lead us back To the places that we never should have left Let's see how deep we get The last blues we're ever gonna have I'm just a full tank away from freedom These are the last blues we're ever

Feeling low down and dirty Just like a dog without a bone Oh what happened to my lady Better get her tail back home Gonna be suspicious, more suspicious from now on Too much howling at Big Yeller Too much growling at the door Too much running round in

It’s bittersweet The wind whistling across my bottle still can’t blow away the sorrow That tomorrow you won’t be here with me I won’t forget the way you love me, the amazing way you love me It’s bittersweet, you see You’re not here but I can feel you

(Money and the fame) Fort Collins, I'm sorry, Fort Collins, I'm sorry Cause I been on this road, tryna get high from my low Won't somebody tell me where to go, please cause I don't know I might be crazy, living life like a circus ape that's strapped into

She's the woman A little low on cash But I'm high on luck I wanna be your knight In shining pick-up truck With a Chevy for my summer home Let's get the party started It's looking like the city towed My other apartment

Born with a broken heart Burnin' like a shootin' star Oh, why do the good die young Playin' on that sad guitar Up from the ashes, out of the flames Keeps gettin' stronger, like a slow rollin' train Watch it run Off in the distance, it was callin' my name

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na (Let's blow an artery) (Get plastic surgery) (Keep your apology) Give us more detonation Everybody wants to change the world The future is bulletproof The

We get colder As we grow older We will walk So much slower Together we go Oh, miss believer, my pretty sleeper Your twisted mind is like snow on the road Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder Inside your head than the winter of dead