It's really going down in the goddamn south I 3-up, 100 to the end Wasted, undone How could you judge? I’m wasted right now Wasted undone Wasted right now Take a sip, drowning in this shit Choppers on my hip I hold my head

Sitting here waiting on you, Goddammit! Packing up, my hotel room, I planned it Different in my head when I thought of love I'm looking at the shimmering stars above And everyone reminds me of you, and Everything that we've been through, damn! Everything

You better watch out I remember it was late one night In the middle of a dream Woke up in a pool of sweat Thought I heard a scream Ran over to the window sill Stuck my head out for a peek Dressed in black was a man I didn't recognise

You never know until you know, know, know The grip that holds on I'm trapped in my head I never felt so close To giving up my hope Should I hide it Should I fight it

Round and round Till you show me what this life is for I won’t run away this time I’m not gonna let you change my mind You don’t have to hold your head up high We are all living the same way We are escaping the same way We are a part of the same play

Well can you put your hands in your head, oh no! You know, well you know, you had it comin' to you Now, there's not a lot I can do Dreamer, you know you are a dreamer I said dreamer, you're nothing but a dreamer I said "far out, what a day, a year, a

Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? I've traveled the world and the seven seas Everybody's lookin' for something Keep your head up, movin' on Hold your head up, movin' on Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you

Keep holding, holding Head up, head up Your head up, head up I'm watching you run Run from the sidelines Take in a breath Fill in your lungs Keeping you alive

I'm with that woop Fuck all that turn up the headphones shit But turn up my headphones anyway Huh? (Boom production) Turnt gangster Sir, bun up the main road Run up and stay low Turn up the radio Dirt, straight family

Supper's almost done Go ahead and call your friends 'Cause we got room for everyone Let's make some memories, 'round this 9 foot pine At the family table It's just an old piece of wood On top of four legs It's got a few coffee stains, and a thousand