I wrote my way out When the world turned its back on me I was up against the wall I had no foundation No friends and no family to catch my fall I picked up a pen And wrote my way out (I wrote my way out) I picked up the pen like Hamilton Running on

The weak or the strong You got it going on You're dead wrong What about ten years from now? Ten years from now, where do I want to be? I want to be, just livin' man Just living comfortably with my niggas man, in a pool and shit, smoking plenty indo You

Even though we break up in the end Even if I knew you'd be the one that got away I'd still go back and get you Even if I knew you'd be my best and worst mistake Over and over, again and again I still walk in that bar a little drunk I still ask you what

Run like poison in my blood One more night could kill me, baby One is one too many, one more is never enough 'Cause you and Tequila make me crazy Baby, here I am again Kicking dust in the canyon wind Waiting for that sun to go down Made it up Mulholland

Run like poison in my blood One more night could kill me, baby One is one too many, one more is never enough 'Cause you and Tequila make me crazy Baby, here I am again Kicking dust in the canyon wind Waiting for that sun to go down Made it up Mulholland

You laugh creating a lightness in my chest Your eyes they penetrate me (Your answer's always maybe) That's when I got up and left Like the angel you are They turn the lights down low In shadows hiding from the world Only coming out when it gets cold The

Won't you change partners and dance with me? Won't you change partners and then You may never want to change partners again Must you dance every dance With the same fortunate man? You have danced with him since the music began Must you dance quite so

Is it in you to be honest? Say what it is you’re trying to say But if you lie to me again Honest, honest I'll be the one that walks away Is it in you to be honest? We don’t communicate, can you not say what’s on your mind? And I see it every day you hide

I'm for the birds (I'm for the birds) Old dogs sleeping at your feet I'm for the girls with the curls and the curves I'm for questions I'm for freedom Celebrating every season For what it's worth I'm against the days When the skies stay bummer-grey

Blood side out I'm down again Got a wine soaked heart There's a siren in the distance And whisky soaked lips Don't know how to get to you But I know how to get my kicks Out in the cold and damp Out on the streets just like a tramp