I gotta get home there's a garden to tend There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic Whistling static When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again Well I can't believe that my lime tree is dead I

The final countdown It's the final countdown (The final countdown) We're leaving together But still it's farewell And maybe we'll come back To earth, who can tell? I guess there is no one to blame

And why you can't get up off my back? Got me looking for a new dude When I did all I could do, but you be wanting more And I can take a lot of shit, but I won't take that Got a lot on my mind I'm thinking I'm needing a break to clear up the clutter, damn

Going nowhere fast We've reached the climax We're together, now we're undone Won't commit so we choose to Do we separate? Oh Don't wanna give in so we both gave up Can't take it back, it's too late, we've reached the climax

When this war is over It will be a better day But it won't bring back Those poor boys in their graves Ain't no sense in no action Killin' people all the time When it happens on the street We call that a crime Man, he can get along

So far away How I miss you every single day When I see you on those streets Tell me there's a river I can swim that will bring you back to me 'Cause I don't know how to love someone else I don't know how to forget your face God, I miss you every single

Till you get back wit him, it don't change (Can't help but wait) Till you see that wit me, it ain't the same (Can't help but wait) Till you, see you, for what you really are (Baby girl you are a star) And I can't help but wait Even tho I know I'll treat

It's calling me back to my home Home it's what I long for I can't keep away from her touch Shine-lake of fire Lines take me higher My mind drips desire Confined and overtired Living this charade Is getting me nowhere

What can I do? What can I do? To get back to your heart I'd swim the Mississippi river If you would give me another start, girl I don't want much I just wanna be a better man Give me your good luck I was singing with them Jezebels

Your bullshit come off of that Someone tell these motherfuckers that Hop is back! I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it Now I’m ready to fuck the game up, nigga They can get it (They can get it) You can get it (You can get it) Y'all can get it