Johnny you're too bad Now you're lootin' now you're shootin' Boy you're too bad One of these days when you hear a voice say come Where you gonna run to? There will be no rock Walking down the road with a pistol in your waist Walking down the road with a

And she left a little letter said she's gonna make a stop in Nevada Goodbye, goodbye. Oh, and now she's heading out to California With some money in her pocket she's a rocket on the fourth of July He always found it hard to take her She wouldn't listen

Let's turn up the radio Turn off those stupid singing shows Back to the shack Take me back, back to the shack Back to the strat with the lightning strap Kick in the door, more hardcore Rockin out like it's '94 I know where we need to go Sorry guys I

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

(If we could just join hands) That's all it takes, that's all it takes I've been to London, seen seven wonders I know to trip is just to fall I used to rock it, sometimes I'd roll it I always knew what it was for There can be no denying, that the wind'll

Always on a different route, I do the wrong things right! Alright now, we're going back in time! We'll rock this party 'til the walls come crashing down, so buy another 21 with no direction, living life to the fullest is my intention! We're gonna party

Don't know quite what to say, haven't seen you in seven ages Can you tell that it's me, or is my picture on torn out pages? And you think it's real, but it's just another future deal And you know you're right, 'cause you've waited for it all night Then

Party's on, let it run You're in town having fun 'Cause you're looking for chance to run Let's run, whoa oh You're the fame, scream my name Gonna know it now the game is on Don't stop, whoa oh You're a hotshot, ten o'clock, ready for the night to rock

Maybach Music Yo this Chris Rock I'm in here with my man Ricky Rozay We in here drinkin' this Belaire Rose That's how we do it That's all we do Belaire Rose! Eatin' Wingstop, what you know about Wingstop, nigga? You don't know nothin' about no Wingstop

I'm going back to my roots Another day, another door Another high, another low Rock bottom, rock bottom, rock bottom I know it's gotta go like this, I know Hell will always come before you grow Trouble found me, trouble found me Don't throw stones at me