Spin out of control Try to recover, but collide with each other We spin out of control There, high on the watchtower Keeping the peace Whatever that means 'Cause you see the world through Cross hairs and TVs don't you Ten foot walls built around us

We don't always say what we mean My youth is the foundation of me So wake me up in the Spring From the city of the 915 Where all the girls are pretty And they're down for the hype All my boys are with me Going up for the night But who cares, who cares

Look what we started, baby 'Cause all I ever wanted was some fun I never meant to fall in love I never meant to fall in lo-ove No, I can't stop now You're not what I expected Used to look for exits Cheyenne, Cheyenne I just can't stop thinking 'bout you

You've been running around and cheatin', baby Don't you tell no lie, ah, don't you lie And don't mean what I say But if I have to leave you, baby Get yourself together, girl Tell me while you're jivin' While all my love is true All my lovin' and a

Made in heaven, made in heaven Yes, it was meant to be I'm taking my ride with destiny Willing to play my part Living with painful memories Loving with all my heart It was all meant to be, yeah That's what they say, can't you see? That's what everybody

Hey Nas, how ya doin'? Take my name, and my number But let's take, it, slow Point out my enemies, a girl who's into me But not a hype chick someone with proper energy Meanwhile, we'll be groovin' I can be, what you said That you need, I can be, all that

My wild sweet love Oh I need you more than ever now Will I know what this all means When we're a hazy memory? With all the colors of a dream Oh what comes after this? A momentary bliss And here we are somehow The world shines gold and new

And I wonder if you know What it means, what it means What it means to find your dreams You ever wonder what it all really mean Find your dreams come true I've been waiting on this my whole life These dreams be waking me up at night You say I think I'm

Get away with your guns now Money money money Root of all evil Trendy Wendy's you know what I mean Hangin' around with girl who's rolling up her jeans She watches her street crack 'cause she's no dummy Through rocking the microphone and she's calling me

Everything is not what it seems Because everything is not what it seems Well, you know everything's gonna be a breeze That the end will no doubt justify the means You can fix any problem at the slightest ease Yes, please Well, you might find out it'll go