Hey yeah, tiptoe higher I won't fall asleep Hey yeah, don’t let 'em know we’re coming Take some time to simmer down, keep your head down low Nobody else can take me higher In the morning light let my roots take flight Watch me from above like a vicious

Time recedes With a fatal drop On the mountain top Cut the cord if you can She's so crazy She's so lazy Keeps on coming

And it's something along the way It's coming on, it's coming on I don't know why I keep acting this way And everybody knows it's strange Something along the way Tonight, gonna leave my body Tonight, somebody's lover A hole in my head, I can feel it all

Coming back Full circle You'll come around Cause I know you'll come around But I keep on And I can't jump the track Can't let you go So I keep on And I know why

I'm always ready to die but you're killing me My demise, I took a life worth living and Made it worth a mockery I deny, I fold, but they keep on coming Gone, I couldn't murder your promise Right before my eyes The revolutions of my psychosis Kept me

Baby, look what you’ve done to me Baby, I’ll never leave if you keep holding me this way, oh o-oh Baby, look what you’ve done now Baby, you’ve got me tied down I know they’ll be coming to find me soon Baby look what you've done to me Who’s that shadow

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again and I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

I can't move Freedom, cut me loose 'Cause I need freedom, too I break chains all by myself Won't let my freedom rot in hell Hey! I'ma keep running 'Cause a winner don't quit on themselves I'm telling these tears, go and fall away, fall away

And there's certain things that I adore And there's certain things that I ignore But I'm certain that I'm yours Certain that I'm yours And you keep coming back, coming back again Keep running round, running round, running round my head Certain that I'm

Life of a Don, lights keep glowing Coming in the club with that fresh **** on With something crazy on my arm Uh-uh-hum, and here's another hit, Barry Bonds We outta here baby! It's what you all been waiting for ain't it? What people pay paper for damn