It's all about tonight Good times and the music and laughing and grooving to the band Everybody's getting right No worries, we're rocking all kinds of concoctions in our hands Yeah tomorrow can wait 'til tomorrow Don't bother telling me what I got coming

Oh and a woo-hoo I can feel 'em flyin' Yeah it's all we've been given, Like a hand out the window in the wind. The cars go by, So you better start livin' right now 'Cause days go by, And days go by, Take 'em by the hand,

It ain't right, babe, no It ain't right, no no Mama, don't do that you know It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. All the "bad boys" want some brawl, it's tricky And girls enjoy, they feel so lucky Laughing at weeds running out

Yo tech, it's the last call baby it's good Yeah, you know a remix just feels right dog? Before we get outta here, you gotta drop one last gem on them Knahmsayin? No question, it's like the elders told me No one person can do anything, but everyone

The radio, yeah 'Cause you're the girl on the radio The radio, everybody singing 'bout you tonight You're the song on the stereo, the stereo We got you turned up just right It's all rock and roll, and solid gold Flashing lights and rolling smoke Stuck in

She's fallin' in love now, losin' control now Fightin' the truth, tryin' to hide But I think it's alright, girl Yeah, I think it's alright, girl She's falling but she doesn't think he'll catch her 'Cause her last relationship was a disaster Accusations

Right now, masquerade Master the merry go round It's never ever too late Right now, it's something you create Right now, okay to make a mistake Yeah baby this is your day And now, I don't wanna take you if we fall down, don't get upset And now, is just

Me and my band of brothers got you covered On the honky tonk front lines Well, we ain't no rookies; it's our third tour of duty Yeah, that's all right I came up through the trenches where We only played for tips and alcohol You find out what you're made

I just may walk up in Saks Good all ways, all work, no play, just juug I can't fuck you right now, no I gotta juug I take off, no jet lag Big old gun in a duffel bag Still got niggas on the block, yeah If we go broke, it's back to that Spend that shit,

We can see where things go naturally Just say the word and I'll part the sea It's alright Just come over here and sit next to me Yeah, it's alright Yeah it's over, it's over I'm circling these vultures Got me praying, man this hunger Feeling something