You better watch your happy home. That's evil, evil is going on wrong. I have warned you brother, It's a long way from home, Can't sleep at night. Call on your telephone Something just ain't right. I want to warn you brother, You make it to your house,

Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright And in the end I'd do it all again I think you're my best friend When it rains it pours Stay thirsty like before I'll be yours Stuck in the jet wash Bad trip I couldn't get off

Yo quiero estar 100 años contigo Contigo la vida es mejor Bailando la misma canción Y no entiendo cómo lo lograste, pero sé que hoy De ti quiero más, más Y sin permiso me has robado el corazón Poco a poquito Bien pegaditos, 100 años contigo A tu lado el

I know it's my time And it's now or never I'm so bright, I light the night I'm so high, I can touch the sky And it feels so right ain't nothing better One, two, three, go! Waking up in a dream

Fly away, skyline pigeon fly Towards the dreams You've left so very far behind For just a Skyline Pigeon Dreaming of the open Waiting for the day That he can spread his wings And fly away again Turn me loose from your hands

I feel the reason, as it's leaving me No, not again It's quite deceiving, as I'm feeling The flesh make me bad I am watching the rise And fall of my salvation There's so much shit around me Such a lack of compassion I thought it would be fun and games

She just hit my phone (hello, brrr) Fuck that bitch (who?), kick her out the door (hello?) She just hit my phone (hello, what, brrr), my phone (ouu) She just hit my phone (my phone), smack that bitch, go out that door (go out the door, Purpp) Fuck that

I feel it for the first time I found a new place here I’m coming down fast I won’t break down tonight

Oh, you can cry on my shoulder All the pain is finally over You can close your eyes Everything's alright Listen to me, close your eyes baby, picture this: Sunset, on the ocean, that's Pacific New whips, new tiffs, now your wrist lit You can get anything

'Neath the neon cross and a string of Christmas lights It's good to be back again, oh, me and my old friends Jesus and Elvis, painted on velvet Hanging at the bar here every night Lola built this joint in sixty-seven And her boy went out to fight on