Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

Time isn't working my side Oh oh oh whoa oh Oh oh oh oh oh We're getting all for our time, time, time We may not be hopeless But we're still helpless in the end Just remember you're floating Remember the love that we were in

Just like driving on an open highway Never knowing what we're gonna find Just like two kids, baby, always trying to live it up What we got is Whoa, yeah, that's our kind of love That's right, oh that's right Oh, that's our kind of love You wear your

Ah, things ain't what they used to be, no, no Oh, mercy, mercy me Ah, things ain't what they used to be Whoa, ah, mercy, mercy me Where did all the blue skies go? Poison is the wind that blows From the north and south and east Whoa, mercy, mercy me

That nothing's ever out of reach So dream, dream, dream Whoa, you got my head in the clouds Whoa, you got me thinking out loud The more you dream about me the more I believe Whoa oh, your thoughts are gonna pick me up Do me a favor And tell me what you

Something big I feel it happening Oh oh oh oh whoa Oh oh oh oh whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh Whoa oh oh oh oh whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh Whoa oh oh oh oh Out of my control Pushing and pulling and it's grabbing me Feel it in my bones like Something big

Wild, wild West (Wild, wild) And I put the coolant on the TEC (Coolant) And I bought some land, I invest (Who?) Oh, stepping on a peasant (Oh) Whoa, shawty gon' molest me (Whoa) Bought a Richard Mille, you get the message (Richard Mille) Introduce you to

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

I'm falling in love with your default picture. Whoa, oho, oho, whoa, Hey I got a feeling in my bones that I can't get rid off But that's probably the base Can't get this picture out my mind, that I've seen on Twitter The one of your face Girl I'm just

She don't like the lights whoah woh oh She don't, she don't, She don't like the lights Don't wanna share with no one else, Want me to herself She don't like the flash, wanna keep us in the dark She don't like the fame, hated when we're miles apart And