Fire your guns Yeah, you want some fun She got eyes of blue, body curves You gotta fire your guns Wild beast, I'll make you mine Taste your kiss, sweet lips divine She got moves, drips of sweat 'n legs that'll break your nerves

Flesh - the only thing that's worth the sweat Everybody gotta have Flesh - you got me all soakin' wet The day rolls in, the night rolls out Desire rules without a doubt The heart beats fast, you salivate And when you come, it won't be late I guess by

Broken summer, broken summer To us, back to us Pulling on my sweatshirt, looking at your picture 'Cause that broken summer's hanging over me Drowning in the sunshine, and I spend a long time Thinking, girl, you got the best of me Hopping on a flight,

Lean with me, pop with me Get high with me if you rock with me Smoke with me, drink with me Fucked up liver with some bad kidneys Drugs got me sweatin', but the room gettin' colder Lookin' at the devil and the angel on my shoulder Will I die tonight? I

To love again I'ma show you how, show you how, show you how Say my name, I wanna hear you call Hold me close, I wanna feel your heart I'm in a cold sweat and I want you bad Now you got me all in my head, like damn You love how you push me to the point of

We come from Back in the hollers We got sweat On our blue collars The living's hard But the living's good You see God sent The heavens down And hung 'em 'round My neck of the woods

It can't be true Off of somebody else's sweat While you get fat For all our sake's And all our lives While you got fat You got fat So you make a little money So some people starve a little

(Pull up on me) I been stressed out (yeah) I ain't feeling my best (no) All they want is my sex I got the best out (I got the best) I'll do some things you won't believe So many weaves, I done sweat out Think I might've found love one time Think I

Feeling paranoid True enemy or false friend? I'm in trouble for the things I haven't got to yet Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets Feeling claustrophobic Like the walls are closing in Hello me, meet the real me And my misfit's way of life

This I gotta see. Her hair's still wet from her bath, She's sitting on her front porch with a glass, Of iced tea, In my sweatshirt, And her bare feet, If I hurry I can catch, The colors on her skin from that sunset, And her face,