Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit Well, that was just a lie You ain't nothin' but a hound dog Cryin' all the time And you ain't no friend of mine Well they said you was high-classed Yeah they said you was high-classed You know they said you was

Move on (move on) If I want to move on If I want to move on (move on) I got high to forget you I feel pain, I don't want to But I have to, yeah, I have to I wish Tracy Chapman was my friend She would know exactly what to say

I finally found my way Said goodbye to yesterday Hit the gas, there ain't no brakes on this lost highway It's independence day on this lost highway So I drive (Drive, drive) Yeah, I'm busting loose, I'm lettin' go Out on this open road

You won't be able to bring me down Yeah, I like it And I like it And dance like the song is never ending Gonna get so high tonight 'Cause I like it Some people think I'm crazy But try to understand

Glory days, glory days Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye Glory days well they'll pass you by Well alright oo yeah Well alright come on now I had a friend was a big baseball player Back in high school He could throw that speed ball by you Make

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

"Somebody lift me up, yeah And give me a hannnnnd Give me a ride, I'm sliding off the highway There's a curve in the road I don't know when I'm going, crazy" Verbalizin my fiend murder Communicatin while you debatin usin machine squirters Brrap, that

Everything high end (high end) High end, yeah You know, what we doin' I'm set, slatt, set, gang, set I'm on a high end (jet) I'm 'bout to fly in (set) Hop in a Cayenne (skrrt) I was just glidin' (I was just glidin')

You ain't nothin' but a hound dog Cryin' all the time Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit Well, that was just a lie And you ain't no friend of mine Well they said you was high-classed Yeah they said you was high-classed Ya know they said you was

Who's gonna take me home? Well, I can't drive, I can't walk And I'm a little too high to crawl I'll hold up this wall Till I come down or the room stops spinnin' Yeah, who's gonna take me home? Bartender's sittin'' them shots on the bar Those last two