Show me the way to your hiding place Yeah yeah yeah I think I wanna go go there I think I wanna go go go go there Summertime sadness I feel India in my bones I can smell sunlight I can feel the highline

We met on the shore of a lemonade lake Weeping willows looked down where we lay Orange blossoms I smell in your hair Butterfly, flutter by, butterfly by Waterfalls send your ripples to us Here on the shore of the lemonade lake Pond lilies play hide and

I'm not going to beg just say please, please, please Be good to me Another buisness trip Another reason to stay away You're coming home on monday, smelling Tangerine They say that I should leave you Yeah, go and find someone new Who doesn't love a girl

But all the ho shit still so smelly Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven Percocet got a nigga nose sweaty Belch wrong, get your throat slashed Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga Nigga with

I know a cabin down there in Tennessee Where you can't find the forest on account of the trees And Old Perry Foster he got something to say And you can smell the pigs 'cause' they been cookin' all day I don't need no critics I don't need no suits I just

Lately I’ve been worried I don’t know where to it is that I do belong Lately I’ve been too busy To smell the bottle brush Just chasing laps around the sun And you just laugh and smile Shake your head and remind me that All good things can come true Oh,

Let me hear you say everything's okay Let me hear you say everything's alright Meet me in the middle of the day Bring me southern kisses from your room Meet me in the middle of the night Let me smell the moon in your perfume Oh, Gods and years will rise

Hello, hello, hello, how low Here we are now, entertain us Hello, hello, hello With the lights out, it's less dangerous I feel stupid and contagious A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido Load up on guns, bring your friends It's fun to lose and to

That old wacky tobaccy When you feel it creeping up on you Kick back and let it do what it do What's that smell? Wanda is a woman she works down the hall Shows up on time, she's like balls to the wall She went out to lunch with her high school friends

Smell her on you I've got this friend, you see Who makes me feel And I wanted more Than I could steal I'll arrest myself And wear a shield I'll go out of my way Truth covered in security