Slow down, you're gonna crash, Baby you're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blast Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone Look out, you've got your blinders on I'm American made apple pie Chevrolet My momma taught me wrong from right. I was born

Um ba ba be It's the terror of knowing Watching some good friends Screaming 'Let me out' Pressure on people people on streets This is our last dance Under pressure Mm ba ba de Um bum ba de Um bu bu bum da de

Um ba ba be It's the terror of knowing what this world is about Watching some good friends screaming, 'Let me out' This is our last dance Mmm num ba de Dum bum ba be Doo buh dum ba beh beh Pressure pushing down on me Pressing down on you, no man ask for

Watched it pour as I touched your face Well, it burned while I cried 'Cause I heard it screaming out your name I set fire to the rain Let it burn That I never knew, never knew All the things you'd say They were never true, never true

Watched it pour as I touched your face Well, it burned while I cried 'Cause I heard it screaming out your name I set fire to the rain Let it burn That I never knew, never knew All the things you'd say They were never true, never true

Watched it pour as I touched your face Well, it burned while I cried 'Cause I heard it screaming out your name I set fire to the rain Let it burn That I never knew, never knew All the things you'd say They were never true, never true

The bleeding The screaming, was tearing me apart I'm better off without you and you're better off without me The beatings I remember when all the games began

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang When I switch lanes, phantom doors swing Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain Been around the world all the hoes know my name Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang Fuck a

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up I don't want them to hear what we're doing I'll be screaming so loud, don't you dare turn it down I'm feeling kinda naughty, how about you? Turn your bed into

Honey you're familiar Like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison Chivalry fell on his sword Innocence died screaming Honey, ask me, I should know I slithered here from eden Just to sit outside your door Babe, there's something tragic about you