Let it roll if we got the gas We let it rip when we got the money It gets wild yeah but that's the way we get down Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin' up his Bronco He's gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull All the girls are getting' pretty

The way she moves me probably gonna die young Oh my, I'm gonna die, send my soul to the by and by I can't breathe, I'm gonna be pushin' up a daisy 'fore the old gets me She's so fine, matter of time, sooner than later gonna flat line Hot little angel's

Taking my time, let the world turn I'm gonna do it my way, it'll be alright If we burn it down and it takes all night Born in a hurry, always late Haven't been early since '88 Texas is hot, I can be cold Grandma cried when I pierced my nose Good in a

Just gonna get my back Back, back, back, back Just noise, white noise Lately I've been thinking if you wanna get tough Then let's play rough I'm hearing static, you're like an automatic You just wanna keep me on repeat and hear me crying Givin' it

I'm wide awake I'm wide awake and I'm goin' crazy Now honey how 'bout you? Girl I know it's late for me to be callin' But what else was I gonna do I woke up with a heart full of love And no one around to give it to It's just me here staring up at the

Just gonna get my back Back, back, back, back Just noise, white noise Lately I've been thinking if you wanna get tough Then let's play rough I'm hearing static, you're like an automatic You just wanna keep me on repeat and hear me crying Givin' it

Before it's too late? When we gonna wake up, baby? It's time for loving Are we gonna wake up, my baby When we gonna wake up, my baby So who's gonna rescue us from ourselves? You used to be my closest ally In this cold, cold world of deception and lies,

Man I gotta get outta this town Outta this town & out of L.A. Man I'm gonna get outta this town Man I gotta get out of this town She hangs around the boulevard She's a local girl with local scars She got home late She drank so hard the bottle ached And

Let it roll if we got the gas We let it rip when we got the money It gets wild yeah but that's the way we get down Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin' up his Bronco He's gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull All the girls are getting' pretty

So pardon me, boys I'm gonna be late I don't have the choice I've got to get into shape It's eight on the nose And I gotta go So pass me my coat I've got to get to the show Ain't got no feelin'