Can't tell me nothin' Talk is cheap And free advice is worth the price you pay I have to find out for myself the hard way 1986 Harley Blowin' smoke and suckin' oil My daddy said, "Buy it and you're crazy, boy" Can't tell me nothin It took two months to

With the birds I'll share this lonely viewin' With the birds I'll share this lonely view Scar tissue that I wish you saw Sarcastic mister know-it-all With the birds I'll share Close your eyes and I'll kiss you 'cause Push me up against the wall Young

Kind of glue that sticks this world together Hands of steel and cradle of the Promised Land But there's nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer God bless the working man Average Joe, average pay Lace-up boots and faded jeans A homemade sandwich, and a

It’s not about what I want But it’s all about what you need I want what’s best for you It’s not what’s good for me But I don’t want you to leave I only want what’s best for you I only want what's best Don’t make this hard for me It’s not about who’s

Open the window I’ve seen the place where the broken people hide I wanna know love before I die But I’ll never leave you behind I could escape through the window of my mind I could fly away Leave it all behind I could take a train But I would rather fly

She don't like the lights whoah woh oh She don't, she don't, She don't like the lights Don't wanna share with no one else, Want me to herself She don't like the flash, wanna keep us in the dark She don't like the fame, hated when we're miles apart And

Tomorrow I ride at dawn Like my father And his father And his father before Watched the soil burn with fire War after war Done things I didn't know I could For the common good Give a man a hundred years

I think it's workin' I think it's workin' yeah It keeps me hummin' Hummin' hummin' yeah Picking at a purple vein He's like a fat man in a little coat Suckin' red vines and rum and coke Singing I like ya jesus but I loves the dope I mighty itty bitty maw

Everything is nice Like the feeling's right, goin' on a high grade flight Thugs a proll out, girls a roll out Everything is nice, yeah Dis a fi di people dem a work hard All who gone to di morgue, R.I.P to a loved one I'm feeling high, champagne fly Work

We're all in, we're all in love, yeah 'Cause after the afterparty, we're gonna keep it goin' We're gonna rip it up, the neighbors might complain Monday to Sunday doing it our way RiRi on replay, cheers to the weekday Uh huh, hey, uh huh, Monday to