Is your glass half-full or is it half-empty? Are you here to chill, are you here to party Is your glass half-full or is it half-empty Are you only having one or one too many? Are you leaning to the side of the fifty-fifty? Are you leaving alone or

Run to the sea Raining in your heart We turn away to face the cold, enduring chill As the day begs the night for mercy love The sun so bright it leaves no shadows Only scars carved into stone On the face of earth The moon is up and over One Tree Hill We

I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read

Oh baby, you can find me. In the back of a jacked up tailgate. Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things. And I'll find peace. At the bottom of a real tall cold drink. Chillin' with some Skynyrd and some old Hank. Let's get this thing started. It's

Afterglow, we're ready for the afterglow We're ready for the afterglow Even though the dancing's done Don't worry 'cause the night is young Who cares where we go Someone hold the sunlight back 'Cause we want this light to last Smoke and lasers, love and

My ghetto gospel Those who wish to follow me I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last Into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior Without the sound of guns Uh, hit em with a little ghetto gospel If I could recollect before my hood

Oh, so fucking cold The winds, the drifts of winter Bone chilling nightfall Early evening sundowns Make nights seem more like borealis dreams My roots run deep, through veins, my ancestry Everything I know, in body and soul Look to the river rushing

Unwind, unwind, unwind it When life gets too tight it's time to unwind it Kick back on the front porch with a cold one in my hand I've had my nose on that work-a-day grindstone Gonna get my chill on tonight and I've been wound up too tight, I've been

You're all that's left to hold on to I'm hanging on I'm still waiting In Red Hill town The lights go down on Red Hill From father to son The blood runs thin See faces frozen still

I'm a lovesick fuck I want you, come on fuck me, babe Please man, pretty please with a cherry on top, ok? The weather cold The weather so Chill, chilly really penguin feather roll Cause I'm sipping Pro'