She's gone to sea She's fightin' for me What bravery! I'm sleeping in a battle ship I'm sleeping in a submarine I'm sleeping in a fighter plane I'm sleeping going down the drain All hands on deck! The radio adresss

Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

Nigga, I was down bad, now I'm on a jet for real Got all this ice on me, baby, told my Patek to chill Sippin' on this codeine, my baddest bitch is on X pill I want a couple million without a record deal Got 25 thousand on me, when I've been ridin' in a

And how can you mend a broken heart? How can you stop the rain from falling down? How can you stop the sun from shining? What makes the world go round? How can a loser ever win? Please help me mend my broken heart and let me live again I can think of

Yeah, you up and took my whole world and made it so good, girl I got it good, girl, 'cause I got myself a good girl I could take you home to mama, take you to the church right down the street Still can't believe I found you, can't imagine life without

We'll be road trippin' rollin' with the top down, southbound Getting wild, raising hell, and leaving this town In a tank top gonna let the guns out, all about rockin' that farmers tan Got the Chev going seventy , all the girls looking heavenly Like there

Hold me in your everlasting arms It's going down I took your council and came to ruin Leave me to myself, lead me to myself But I'm never gonna understand, never understand Looked up full of fear trapped beneath the chandelier Lead me to myself, leave me

Yeah, rum is the reason pirates never ruled the world I ain't getting much done But I'm having fun sailing on the deep blue sea My whole body goes numb from a bottle of dark rum and the sun sinking down on me My catch of the day is a tall Cuba libra

Wait for something better No one behind you Watching your shadows This feeling won't go Candy talks to strangers Thinks her life's in danger No one gives a damn about her hair It's lonely down on track street She used to go by Jackie

You gotta hold on to somethin' that you believe, Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright. Hold on to somethin' that makes you feel alright.... The gold verandah in the dark has gone down to the metal man. No better time to leave the ground And maybe