Show you a side of these two lanes you've never seen Heating it up behind a high beam Ooh, baby you and me, just a-running down crazy Flying high, living careless, on the edge of wild and reckless Hold on tight, I'm 'bout to show you one hell of a night

Let me show you a few things Let me show you a few things (show you a few things) I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit I'ma leave it all on the floor tonight All pressed up in black and white And you're dressed in that dress I like Love is swinging in

It was not two days. a night and a day I look back at the man I was before A sorry stranger banged up on the shore Your warm arms tore the walls down. The devil with the damned things anyway They were of no use, just a frame From there he would watch,

Do it (do it) do it (do it) do it (he-ya) I know you're probably saying "G" I know you said it but woah, woah, woah 'Cause you really didn't believe You didn't think that we would go, go, go But don't take it no way, me and my bros We just got to do it

'Cause just like him, you always leave me crying A million little wishes float across the sky Picked you out and picked you up Hopin' that my luck would change Let the summer fill my lungs Superstition fill my brain But it's a waste of breath and it's

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips I will not ask you where you came from We should just kiss like real people do I had a thought, dear However scary About that night The bugs and the dirt Why were you digging? What did you bury

And I march to ban you It's just a temporary slide back in the abyss I should've seen it coming from miles away They've been armed in a thick coat of structure Shielding me from my own blazing dagger There was a purpose upon the horizon A destination

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

Bigger houses, faster cars yes Friday nights and whiskey friends Tell her second chance's a second wind Just one more candle then you tell yourself Twenty something Twenty something, buying coffee you can't afford Making love is keeping score You're

Can't stand your present job, afraid of getting fired Depressed? Staring at the0late night tube You could call that number But you'd just get someone just like you Well, I feel that way too Just the same as you Like it's getting worse before it's getting