Stay the fuck up out of mine (stay the fuck up out of mine) Some people like to drink Some people like to smoke Some people overthink Some people overdose I'm just trying to get the nicest Pull some all nighters (why?) 'Cause everybody got vices, vices,

Open the window I’ve seen the place where the broken people hide I wanna know love before I die But I’ll never leave you behind I could escape through the window of my mind I could fly away Leave it all behind I could take a train But I would rather fly

People round here Call me an airhead The folks round here Red light warning Should go play with the traffic Red light warning Break down coming Know I like a bottle of wine Think I'm better off dead Ain't too refined

'Cause you make me feel gorgeous You're so gorgeous Oh, so gorgeous I might be better off without you There's too many people all around you All these vultures that surround you They don't know a thing about you Nobody understands you You ain't nothing

(Nigga you fuckin' with a changed man) (You fuckin' with a changed man) I changed plans but I'm still the same old rider I slang a new dope to the world but the people still buy it All my real thug niggaz, go and get your hands up You go and drink the

Again we stalk the stage At mach speed we engage Feeding people's rage The big cat's left its cage Back in the bus again To catch another plane This behavior's quite insane But we do it for the fame, yeah I lost my mind, I lost all my money I lost my

Shake the bon-bon, bon-bon Morena, no pares Ole ole, ole ole Feeling hot, hot, hot How are you feeling? Hot hot hot Party people Y vamos a la playa, calienta el sol Pon tu bikini, pontelo Empaca tu toalla y bronceador

Come on let's go Space Truckin' We had a lot of luck on Venus We always had a ball on Mars Meeting all the groovey people We've rocked the Milky Way so far We danced around with Borealice We're space truckin' round the the stars Remember when we did the

But maybe you'll be there Each time I see a crowd of people Just like a fool I stop and stare It's really not the proper thing to do I go out walking after midnight Along the lonely thoroughfare It's not the time or place To look for you You said your

Stop all this talk, turn off the telephone Open up another bottle, send those people home Let it get real quiet, turn that lamp way down low I'm gonna float down this river of tears I remember how we spoke on the days he was dry Even now that he's gone