You can go wherever you wanna go You don’t ever have to go to war no more You can get up on some sunny day and run You don’t ever have to pay the bills no more Go wherever you wanna go Fly up to the moon and say hello now Never have to go to war no more

If you keeping your promise, I'm keeping mine Oh I'm jealous Sometimes I want to walk in your shoes I'm in my penthouse half naked I cooked this meal for you naked So where the hell you at Just one shot left of this drink, in this glass Don't make me

This is my heartbeat song and I'm gonna play it Oh up up all night long Been so long I forgot how to turn it up up up up all night But I know you can take it up up up up all night You, where the hell did you come from? You were a different, different

Welcome back to the pipe Oh, hello, thank you for tuning in You're listening to Breeze FM Where we shoot the breeze, all day long Up next we have a little treat for you A few new songs from new comer Mac DeMarco, So sit back and enjoy Ladies and

You might fall and find the love of your life, heavenly But she'll catch you in her web The love of your life, yeah Feel the fire where she walks Lola Montez so beautiful Shady and a tempered dame Blinding your eyes with her spider dance Wherever she

She gets on you Under your skin like a tattoo She'll always be there She holds on, stuck in your head like an old song She ain't goin' nowhere She's like starin' at the sun She's like standin' in the rain She's like finally coming home She could easily

When I need you Wake up I'm pounding on the door Where the hell are you I don't want you Until we see this eye to eye I'm not the man I was before I won't hurt you anymore I'm not sober all the time You bring me down at least you try

"You're no good I have to cut you loooooose, you loooooose" Woo! Hello hip-hop, goodbye music It's like a love-hate relationship Ridin' in the Ferrari while takin' trips Compared to beer takin' sips Sittin somewhere in a Camaro with racin' strips Either

I know where to aim, hell, I’m to blame No, they don’t make guys like me, you get exactly what you see I come from a long line of bloodline that ain’t gonna change So, take your pistol pointing finger right off of the trigger If it ain’t broke, you can

Working for the devil You'll have to pay his tax That means going to see him Down among the racks You do his work so fine He'll remember you Worried for my friend As he shows me round the flat Where I don't want to find him