All I need to know is Where to stop Take my hand and show me forever So never will I ever let you go That we carved in stone When I wake up to your footsteps As you get up out of bed They make a sound that sounds so simple But dances in my head

There's levels to your love And I know, we can get higher Levels, levels, levels, levels Yeah, there's levels to your love And I keep on climbing up Let them go, all the one's tryna get in the door I'ma go where they all couldn't go Up a floor, up a

Dress me up in stitches It's now or never Tired of wearing black and blue They crawl along Dying to get my blood on you Blood on you I can be your right of way So we can get out of here I've always been the one

I'm from the dirt road poison ivy league of campfires, guitars, and river swings Got the good life down and if you hang around we can get a little dust on that collar My Buddy Jake said hey its spring break so I picked him up in my truck We rode into

I am the champion I am invincible, unbreakable Unstoppable, unshakeable They knock me down, I get up again You're gonna know my name You can't hurt me now I can't feel the pain I was made for this, yeah, I was born to win I'll be the last one standing

Hey baby, you ain't treating me right You go off everyday and don't come home til night That ain't the way to do it That ain't the way to get along Well i'm pickin' you up and takin' you to my house Now you're up and you're treating me like a mouse Well

Feel like throwin' in the towel, don't be a fool Below the belt That's how it'll always be Hold your head up high, look 'em in the eye Never say die Ow get up, get up and make it work They're out to knock you out n' put you down for the count Hey, Heywatch

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey I clean up like hands and soap (Hands and soap) Get a mink, let it drag on the floor (Drag on the floor) It's a nine in the bag that I tote (Bag that I tote) Designer head to toe (Head to toe) I sip to the head and float (Head and

Oil on water They lie together, oh Someone's daughter And they lie upon her, oh So her fingers ran away with themselves 'Till everything was documented Our mind it was reaching out To put into words what their bodies had done It's a catalogue of modern

Now, make your getaway Mine is mine and yours won’t take its place Everyone’s a critic looking back up the river Every boat is leaking in this town Everybody is thinking they can all be delivered sitting in a box like lost and found But I found my place