I know you miss me Oh, when you kiss me And when you're with me The world just goes away The way you hold me I can see you with me when I'm older All my lonely nights are finally over You took the weight of the world off my shoulders

I know too well that I'm just wasting precious time In thinking such a thing could be That you could ever care for me I'm sure you hate to hear That I adore you, dear But grant me Just the same I'm not entirely to blame

And these wars, they can't be won And on and on United States! You and me are the same We don't know or care who's to blame But we know that whoever holds the reins Nothing will change

It's a celebration They know who we are by now They know who we are For the ghetto, oh It's time, times like these (Ooh ooh) Champion, the champion (champion, champion) This a celebration, this is levitation Look at how you winning now? This took

Oh well, I'm ignorant But not to the fact that I'm ignorant, of course I know that, I'm indifferent I don't care to know what I don't I don't care 'til I'm coming home And my dad tell me some shit about when he my age, he was doing shit Protesting about

Better go home, girl Well, me and Frank we're the best of friends And our friendship will never end But it would hurt him so for him to know That I'm in love with his girlfriend Now, the love of a girl and the love of a friend Are two things you can't

If you were there, beware The serpent soul pinchers Why leave her on her own? I wouldn't have said it if I would have known I don't know what it is that they want Three hundred and fifty no thank-yous, and nobody flinches Go on, girl, go on, give us

When your chips are down When your highs are low Reaching for the light Knowing we can't win It's getting close to sundown over the Sierra Stranded on the freeway burning with desire She was on the sidewalk looking for a night light

You know we're superstars, we are who we are Tonight we're going har har-har ha-ha-hard Just like the world is our our-our our-our-ours We're tearin' it apart part-part pa-pa-part We're dancing like we're dum dum-dum dum-dum-dumb We'll be forever young

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand No promises, no demand Both of us knowing, love is a battlefield I did my own thing, created my own lane I may not like the players, but I love the game I love the hustle and that's real And that's why love