All day I dream about sex All day I dream about fuckin' All day I dream about sex, and All day I dream about sex, yes Honestly somehow it always seems that I'm dreaming of Something I could never be It doesn't matter to me cause I will always be that

We gonna burn all afternoon like it's something to smoke So baby I don't know about you but I'm ready to roll We got some laid back country tunes on the radio We gotta whole lot of nothing to do and no where to go Girl I've been at work all week Fingers

Giving you what you're begging for I'm not afraid anymore What makes you sure you're all I need? Forget about it You're teaching me to live without it Giving you what you say I need I don't want any settled scores I just want you to set me free Giving

That you asked 'Cause honestly I've been Out of touch and out of reach Just looking for someone, anything That's finally gonna put me back I'd be all about it I'd do anything, anything Put me back, put me back

Brave enough to love you I wish I was Brave enough, brave enough What we had was beautiful I didn't want to wreck it all Every day I think about the truth There's some things I should have said I was too afraid It was just so hard to let you know

And P.S. if this is Austin I still love you She left without leavin' a number Said she needed to clear her mind He figured she'd gone back to Austin 'Cause she talked about it all the time It was almost a year before she called him up Three rings and an

(Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Lord knows I need something to fill this void Lotta shit happens, like, being in show business A lot of shit happens, like, like, I make a lot of money, you know And I'm really happy about it And I'm not

I'm, I'm, I'm under and over it. You can live just like a star. I'm under and over it all. (I'm under and over it.) You can be me and I will be you. I'll take my sanity, you take the fame. Did you hear the one about me being a punk? Did you hear the one

I don't care what you think, As long as it's about me The best of us can find happiness, in misery As long as it's about me, you said-a Say my name, and his in the same breath, I dare you to say they taste the same, Let the leaves fall off in the summer

If he dies, he dies I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about? And you still ain't seen