I'm so lonesome I could cry Hear the lonesome whipperwill He sounds too blue to fly The midnight train is whining low Well maybe the night is cold But together they fade Like the shadow that ran up to the hills Trying to fix her wings There's a saint and

Panama, Panama Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue Don't you know she's coming home with me? I'll get her! Jump back, what's that sound Here she comes, full blast and top down Model citizen zero discipline You'l lose her in the turn Ain't nothin' like it,

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore It's your turn, to take a seat

Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker Out your seat motherfucker, I'ma reach motherfuckers Shady Records 'til I sleep, motherfucker Obie Trice, nuttin' but street, muthatfucka Tear this bitch up until you bleed, motherfucker I wouldn't give a

Let's jet out, we'll cruise at hyperspeed I got the beat, I got the beat And that's all we need check it out! Moving out nine times the speed of sound Target Roger that scan I've got a contact and locked on Something's going on at the jack slinger

Baby, take me down to Duke's Place Wildest box in town is Duke's Place Love that piano sound in Duke's Place Saxes do their tricks in Duke's Place Fellas swing their chicks in Duke's Place Come on, get your kicks in Duke's Place You find yourself a seat,

Flying so high, hands in the sky, screaming like Oh oh oh oh Feeling butterflies starting to rise, sounding like Yeah, I remember that one puff Had me feeling I can't be touched It was crazy, couldn't get enough But I remember that one puff (Got me

Close your eyes, its about to begin As it flows up from the ground Taking all who hear that sound If you stand in the light, you get the feel of the ride And the music that plays in your ears In your head you can hear, a voice so sweet and clear And the

Rolling, turning, diving, going in again Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die There goes the siren that warns of the air raid Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne Got to get up for the coming

Look at me, I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree; And I feel like I'm clingin' to a cloud, I can' t understand I get misty, just holding your hand. Walk my way, And a thousand violins begin to play, Or it might be the sound of your hello, That music I