We were born, we were born to get wild I'm up in this bitch to get wild Turn up the sound And play it loud so that everyone who comes around 'Cause we getting crazy Burning down the town We burn it down so that everyone comes around

All I need to know is Where to stop Take my hand and show me forever So never will I ever let you go That we carved in stone When I wake up to your footsteps As you get up out of bed They make a sound that sounds so simple But dances in my head

Night train Not a knife throw from here you can hear the night train passing That's the sound somebody makes when they're getting away Leaving next week's hanging jury far behind them Prisoner only of the choices they've made Ice cube in a dark drink

I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud I can't understand I get misty, 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 hear

Ooh, it makes me wonder There's a lady who's sure All that glitters is gold And she's buying a stairway to heaven When she gets there she knows If the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for Oh oh oh oh and she's buying a stairway

We were born, we were born to get wild I'm up in this bitch to get wild Turn up the sound And play it loud so that everyone who comes around 'Cause we getting crazy Burning down the town We burn it down so that everyone comes around

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,

Small talk, small talk Don't let them cry It's the way you sound The reason that you know yeah It's the way you get down I can tell you really are it Small talk how you doing there Small talk how you doing boy Small talk whatcha doing there

So what game shall we play today? How about the one where you don't get your way? And even if you do, that's o.k., Dinner at eight, that sounds fine, I suppose it means you'll turn up round nine, Bought a bunch of flowers just for her, She says the

Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like Tryna make a living Come to my hood Everybody get it And for that paper all the wrong things sound right Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money Just a bittersweet symphony I'm from