Throwing it all away Don't throw it all away In a lonely place Where we're living in this town The sun is coming up and it's going down But it's all just the same at the end of the day Nobody says it's wrong So we don't ask why 'Cause it's all just the

Talk to me nice, talk to me nice Talk to me nice, talk to me nice, talk to me nice You know I'm gon' ball yeah No way I could fall yeah They predicted next fall yeah Look at them like aw yeah Talk to me, talk to me nice Or don't talk to me at all yeah

Calling all stars, come on We all stars, we are one We all shine, we are chrome And we are shimmering We light up the night like a black sun Turn on, turn on (turn on) Play it loud, we don't care

If your heart tells you to then who are you to question it If the world gets you down, don't be afraid to wrestle it You have your whole life ahead of you Come make a mess of it Who are you to question it And I can see straight into your soul Feeling oh

Through the long nights, in the bright lights Don't you worry 'Cause everything's gonna be alright And everything's gonna be alright 'Cause everything's gonna be alright, Damn, let me see Oh across the ocean, across the sea Starting to forget the way you

Okay now, why you wanna go and do that, do that? Sometimes I say that I'm the best, I guess I had to prove that You know I had to cop that mansion on the hill and pull that You know I don't rely on 8 balls, no, I never pulled that You know I always like

But baby, I want's to be loved Every time I ask ya, for a date You don't come at all or you mighty late I ask you to dance, a little spin You said "wait a minute, daddy, here come my friend" I like the way you walk when you passin' by Even when you

Nowhere like I do That your parents don't The way that I do And all the things that I know They don't care like I do I guess there's certain dreams that you gotta keep 'Cause they only know what you let 'em see There's nowhere I'd rather be Saturday

High of something, high of something If you got drugs in this motherfucker Let me see your hands in the air Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us So let's get high off something 'til your mothafucking brain don't function I'm in this mothafucker

I had a job, I had a girl I had something going, mister, in this world I got laid off down at the lumber yard Our love went bad, times got hard Now I work down at the car wash Where all it ever does is rain Don't you feel like you're a rider on a