It’s Saturday night And the city never sleeps I got a clean t-shirt and a shot of cologne We’re way too young to be sitting at home on Baby why shouldn't we It’s been a long week

It’s Saturday night And the city never sleeps I got a clean t-shirt and a shot of cologne We’re way too young to be sitting at home on Baby why shouldn't we It’s been a long week

Of looking a you with that sleepy little smile on your face Girl you got a way With a touch you can get to me This mornin' is like a dream Baby the only thing better than all night long with you is That we woke up like this This view can't get enough

Bring you all along with me Will we need it? When the war ends, yeah We'll wonder what it was about And when we grow old, yeah We'll all wonder how we missed out I've got soulful days to counter evil ways Shed me from the universe Carry me from life

Ounces of weed Got your own If you at my table Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Uh, long days, gotta recharge to run the play Paper straight, come up with bars to get us paid Major weight make it hard for them to imitate Rolex tell the daytime and the date

Just too far away Gold shimmering sand is making me thinking of her Thinking of her But I am at Half Moon Bay It's just too far away Just too far away, yeah And all along the way she gives me love Gotta take care of her now, care of her now And our place

It's been a long hard ride, got a ways to go But this is still the place, that we all call home West on a plane bound west I see her stretching out below Land blessed motherland the place where I was born Scars yeah, she's got her scars sometimes it

Aboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We're on the train to Bangkok We only stop for the best Our first stop is in Bogotà To check Columbian fields The natives smile and pass along A sample of their yield Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams

The way that he touch me, no, I can't get enough He keeping me up all night long He motivate me, yeah, that's my baby He really hit me with my body talk He got me singing ooh la, la, la, la, la, la, ey I'm catching feelings He motivate me, yeah, that's

Aboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We're on the train to Bangkok We only stop for the best Our first stop is in Bogotà To check Columbian fields The natives smile and pass along A sample of their yield Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams