Show you a side of these two lanes you've never seen Heating it up behind a high beam Ooh, baby you and me, just a-running down crazy Flying high, living careless, on the edge of wild and reckless Hold on tight, I'm 'bout to show you one hell of a night

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls Let's get these teen hearts beating Will you dance to this beat And hold a lover close? Faster, faster Dance to this beat I've got more wit A better kiss A hotter touch a better fuck

Some black water healing some time to kill I'm doing pretty good man but I ain't lying Ten years ago I had to fly Need some hard red clay and a soft sand hill Been living my dream trying to stay alive I missed my buddies, I miss my home I ain't seen my

I did the best I could Flying high in the friendly sky So stupid minded Nobody understood Without leaving the ground Rest of the folks are tired and weary And have laid their bodies down I go to the place where danger waits And its bound to forsake me

Mr Johnson must get out Mr Johnson must be free Mr Johnson must get wild Before the night He runs to get out He rushes to get out He'd better watch out, not gonna burn Up finding his way, flying away

Mine would be you Sun keeps shining, back road flying Singing like crazy fools Making up our own words Laughing 'til it hurts Baby, if I had to choose My best day ever My finest hour, my wildest dream come true What's your all time high, your good as it

I know everything I ain't washing my sins Now we're lying about the nights Hiding it all behind the smiles You probably thought that you'd break my heart You probably thought that you'd make me cry I know what you did So I'ma let you taste her

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

Whatever you got to raise up We'll be flying up in the clouds Like we're never gonna come back down Like we're running out of runway lights You can't get it high enough Your hands or your phone or your cup Set it off like the 4th Of July Gonna take it up

You're just another brick and I'm a sledgehammer I hit a wall, I thought that I would hurt myself Oh I was sure, your words would leave me unconscious And on the floor I'd be lying cold, lifeless But I hit a wall, I hit 'em all, watch the fall I hit a