I wish you were beer I wish you were beer, I wish I was drinking I wish you were here, but since you ain't, I've been thinking I wish I could let go and you just disappear If you gotta be that cold, if you gotta be that cold If you were just one in a

I'm a dog shaped ashtray I'm a shrugging moustache wearing a speedo tuxedo I'm a movie with no plot, written in the back seat of a piss powered taxi I'm an imperial armpit, sweating Chianti I'm a toilet with no seat, flushing tradition down I'm socialist

Oh baby, baby Show me, how you want it to be Tell me baby 'Cause I need to know now what we've got Hit me baby one more time How was I supposed to know That something wasn't right here I shouldn't have let you go

You hardwire I'll try to play the guitar. You are everything you are Nothing at all. Giving for chances to Stay smoke is gone Pass by the morning Though we both see it coming We don't run. Let the silence settle in our bones.

Let it live and die This is our last chance Give me your hand 'Cause our world is spinning at the speed of light The night is fading Heart is racing Now just come love me like we're gonna die So if it's just tonight The animal inside

Don't let it slip away Raise yo' drinkin' glass Here's to yesterday We're all gonna trip away Don't piss heaven off We got hell to pay Come full circle

Let you go! You were there for me And I was there for you Holding out hope for you No-oh, never let you go! You will always be the one that I regret How will I let you go? You end up alone after all that you've done All that you've paid for

I ain’t gonna waste it I won’t let it slip away Gone tomorrow, here today No, it’s gone tomorrow But it’s here today A child held up in the sky To sunset youth, we say goodbye But I won’t live with regret Carpe Diem is the secret

We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war Leave

EST (what the fuck) Let's bring some reality to it, And the whole gang's in here, yeah, bitch (bitch) OK, EST for life, 40 motherfuckin' days I hustled, 40 nights I got 40 deep behind me, ain't a motherfuckin' nice 40 swishas, 40 bitches, went from