For long you live and high you fly Breathe, breathe in the air Don't be afraid to care Leave but don't leave me Look around, choose your own ground And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry And all your touch and all you see Is all your life will ever

But oh my, don't try to get close I'm just gonna leave 'cause baby I'm a lone ranger I don't want to get broken baby Sometimes I get high, sometimes I get low But I'm calm as can be in a room full of strangers Na, na, na, nana, na, na, na Give me miles,

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you, boy? Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop You'd kill yourself for recognition; kill yourself to never ever stop

You don't want to see these murder guys Princess cuts hurt ya eyes Got the chicks that work them thighs Pull the top back on the prowler Like the car ain't circumcised Burglarize hoes Leave ya eyes closed

Said I'm gonna leave my body (Moving up to higher ground) Is all I ask I'm gonna leave my body (Moving up to higher ground) I'm gonna lose my mind (History keeps pulling me down) I don't want no future (Want your future) I don't need no past (Need no

Wake me up before you go-go Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo I don't want to miss it when you hit that high 'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo Take me dancing tonight You put the boom boom into my heart (hoo, hoo) You send my soul sky high when

Somebody roll another I'm getting high on some ignorant shit Always stuck in a mindset of delinquents Take it or leave it or fuck it I don't give a damn if you like or not

I'm on the highway to hell Highway to hell On the highway to hell Living easy, living free Season ticket on a one-way ride Asking nothing, leave me be Taking everything in my stride Don't need reason, don't need rhyme Ain't nothing I would rather do

Don't leave me high Don't leave me dry Two jumps in a week I bet you think that's pretty clever, don't you boy? Flying on your motorcycle Watching all the ground beneath you drop Kill yourself for recognition Kill yourself to never ever stop You broke

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you, boy? Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop You'd kill yourself for recognition; kill yourself to never ever stop