'cause if you want to run cool On heavy, heavy fuel If you want to run cool Yes if you want to run cool, you got to run Last time I was sober, man I felt bad Worst hangover that I ever had It took six hamburgers and scotch all night Nicotine for

'cause if you want to run cool On heavy, heavy fuel If you want to run cool Yes if you want to run cool, you got to run Last time I was sober, man I felt bad Worst hangover that I ever had It took six hamburgers and scotch all night Nicotine for

And it's not your fault That I fumbled your heart Should've let go of my past for you You did everything I asked of you Drived across the country if I asked you too I fumbled your heart But I'm just bad for you I'm bad news, yeah I'm just bad for you I'm

I need tints (windows tinted) I need tints (I need my windows tinted) I can't be flying down that 110 with a bad bitch in my whip And it's no good for me, it's so good for them I got way too much to lose, so roll your window up real quick They won't see

I promise you there's times I'm not so sad Some days the good will even out the bad I know I'm married to my problems It's always in my head And I'm destined for greatness or death Destined for greatness or death I need another drug Sickness is in season

It's a little too late I'm a little too gone, A little too tired of just hangin' on So I'm letting go while I'm still strong enough to It's got a little too sad I'm a little too blue It's a little too bad You were too good to be true I'm big time over

Too good to be good for me Too bad that that's all I need Scared my love So I take a sip, wait 'til it hits That liquid guilt is on my lips I'm wasted on you Spend my love

Stop now before it's too late Nothing lasts forever That's the way it's gotta be There's a great black wave in the middle of the sea for me The sound is not asleep, it's moving under my feet Bean eating in the ghetto on a hundred dollar plate Run from

Hand over fist Only if you got it bad enough, oh, oh Oh, oh, it's too late to leave, too late to leave Stay to soften the blow To drink and to smoke My blood from a stone I do expect fortunes to fold To soften the blow

It's too bad it's too bad It's too bad we had no time to rewind Let's walk, let's talk Too late, so wrong, so long It's too late, so wrong, so long Father's hands are lined with dirt From long days in the field Mother's hands are serving meals