You can't deny me The higher, the farther, the faster you fly And now you want me to breathe And be so grateful Ah, for the air that I need (haha) Don't make me pitiful And in the morning light We're just the same you and me Out on the go, send officials

Do you cry sometimes? And your papa's kinda mean You can stop playing that shit out on me Chasing down a wild fire Are you trying to make a cold liar out of me? You wanna get high? You overcome those desires before you come to me I think your mama's

Oh, 'cause baby you're my all time high Fly me right up into the sky I'm your rocket man And I don't wanna ever come down, no Oh, you taste like heaven You turn my knob right to eleven Oh, you make me feel so right 'Cause baby you're my all time high

Make your ass shake like a waterbed Can I shake this feeling? You had me reeling Tonight, light a fire We'll be flying up and higher Burning bright, taking flight As we leave all our worries behind It is something special you have If you didn't know, but

Keep on trying hard, don't take it slow You'll be breaking the walls, it'll make it glow You got this, you got this There's something wonderful There'll be ups and down, highs and lows In the darkest fire, you'll make it snow You got this, baby, you got

And this hope That keep me holding on That makes me carry on You can never give up She said, "Son there'll be times when the tides are high And the boat may be rocky, you can cry Just never give up

Psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy, Psycho groupie coke, Makes you high, makes you hide, From the time you were a Psycho groupie cocaine crazy, Psycho groupie cocaine crazy Do you really want to think and stop, Stop your eyes from flowing out So you want

He wears high trimmed pan Stripes are really yellow Love will make you drink and gamble Make you stay out all night long repeat But if you treat me right baby I'll stay home everyday Love is just like the faucet It turns off and on My man don't love me

Looks to me like I'm flying high And my uproarious arrival pushed the noise to the scene This inglorious desire that would be left out of me So I'll be open to rise And open closed minds, hook lines I'll make 'em edible You'll gobble it down Like it's

Pound the alarm! Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor You know we getting hotter, and hotter Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down Music, makes me, high Yo, what I gotta do to show these girls that I own