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

Take these chains from my heart and set me free You've grown cold and no longer care for me All my faith in you is gone but the heartaches linger on Take these tears from my eyes and let me see Just a spark of the love that used to be If you love

Ferris wheel make our ride Soaking the summer in, Coppertone glistening Tracing the tattoos on your skin One, two, three months fly Like a blink in your blue eyes In beach town Caught in that beach blonde salt sand tide Where young love rolls in fast as

The time that you danced with me With no music playing And I don't mind I remember when we kissed I remember til I cry But the one thing I wish I'd forget The memory I wanna forget I can honestly say you've been on my mind Since I woke up today, up today

Don't you know we're riding with the king? Get on a TWA to the promised land. I dreamed I had a good job and I got well paid. I blew it all at the penny arcade. A hundred dollars on a Kewpie doll. No pretty chick is gonna make me crawl. Every woman,

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

Golden days! In the summertime Golden days Oh don't you wonder when the light begins to fade? And the clock just makes the colors turn to grey Forever younger growing older just the same All the memories that we make will never change We'll stay drunk,

You know we've got to find a way Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality What's going on Ya, what's going on Right on baby Mother, mother There's too many of you crying

I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' 420 up in London Me and Murda, we up to somethin' I fuck your bitch, now she thinkin' I'm her husband Murda, Murda, Murda shit I'm a problem, called her a "bust man" I was on the hound and almost copped me a Fort

(If you wanna go with us) (I'mma leave 'em in the dust) (I must be the one to bust) (And I'm gonna hit the clutch) Sometimes, I feel Like I'll never slow down (Worldwide Choppers) I get to busting like I'm a thirty ought six