You're gonna fly with every dream you chase We just have to believe things work out like they should Life has no guarantees, but always loved by me You're gonna see that sometimes bad is good You're gonna be 6 pounds and 9 ounces, lookin' up at me Like I

I never should have told you I never should have let you see inside Don't want it troubling in your mind Won't you let it be And I could easily lose my mind The way you kiss me will work each time Pulling me back into the flames And I'm burning up again,

If we go down, we’re going down together Said you would love me always But we haven’t kissed for four days I used to say, yeah, I used to say We’ll make it work, we’ll make it work I wish I found a way Yeah, I need a way to make it work I remember you

This is how it works Wrap your hands around my body Go due south Melt yourself into my body Kiss my mouth Is the way it works (yeah, yeah) Make it smooth, take your time Make it groove, in, out, in Make it last

I don't wanna work in a building downtown You know that I'm a God fearing man Now I'm overcome By the light of day My lips are near, but my heart is far away Oh, my little bird in a cage! Oh, my little mockingbird, sing! No, I don't wanna work in a

Call me old fashioned Call me out of touch for having faith in the way it was I believe in making my money the hard way so I work for it And every job I do I do with pride I believe in keeping a promise that I make you've got my word on it When I shake

Ooh ooh ooh ooh Why do I do this to myself every time? I know the way it ends before it's even begun I am the only one at the finish line I could've sworn I saw fireworks From your house last night Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh As the lights flickered

One day you'll go away You better run Before I go away God gave me Sundays To fuck up the game Bitch niggas saying it's luck But I which I got some Spending all my money but that shit don't work

Paycheck, won't you take my blues away? Yeah, I've been waiting on you since Monday And it's work, work, work And I need a break Won't you take my blues away? Straight from the bank to the honky-tonk Burning a hole I'm gonna spend it, yeah 'Cause I

Could it last? Watch you work the room I'm a stitch away from making it And a scar away from falling apart, apart Blood cells pixelate and the eyes dilate And the full moon pills, got me out on the street at night Oh, put love on hold, Young Hollywood