Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go A little high, little low

They didn't try So why would we try If we can wait Just have ourselves a time Free like the mind It always waits For friends to come around So they'll get high

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

I'm still gonna be the reckless wheel that kicks up all that gravel I can feel the roots underneath these boots when I walk the road less traveled I'm still the son of the back in them good old days Yeah, what you see is what you get, no matter what

That'll get me high Just a stupid motherfucker If I die, I die Yeah! Alright! I'm looking for a mother Watching it all, fading,

All day, nigga How much time you spent at the mall? All day, nigga Tell your P.O. how-how long you been high? All day, nigga South, south, south side! All day, nigga I took a deep sweet breath, and I reached into my head Gave him what I had left At that

Wake me up before you go-go Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo I don't want to miss it when you hit that high 'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo Take me dancing tonight You put the boom boom into my heart (hoo, hoo) You send my soul sky high when

You're in my blood 'Cause you are burning, burning this heart of mine You're burning, right through my veins tonight Catch you eye in the night, it's glowing I'm so high and there's no controlling In the light of the moon you're all I see Smokey air in

Don't want no high rise tombstone Gonna gather up my saints Don't wanna hear you fussing If it is or if it ain't My life needs no witness And my burden is my own You gotta answer to somebody If you didn't learn then you didn't read Gotta live with it

Got no one else to blame I'm just a victim of comfort I am just a victim of comfort Cryin' shame No rocket's gonna fly that high There's no escaping the enemy he's you and I We poison up our water, we're chokin' on the air Last stop before it gets too