Party's on, let it run You're in town having fun 'Cause you're looking for chance to run Let's run, whoa oh You're the fame, scream my name Gonna know it now the game is on Don't stop, whoa oh You're a hotshot, ten o'clock, ready for the night to rock

If something went wrong, just think of me If something went wrong, don't you know I'd be here I won't let you fall, as low as I been I promise to crawl until I'm back on my feet So who's been unfair, Who causes you sorrow? And who's been unkind, Who

I need to be the one who takes you home And I know, and I know, and I know One last time One more time I promise after that, I'll let you go Baby I don't care if you got her in your heart All I really care is you wake up in my arms I know I should've

Hey nice to know ya Whoa, yeah, yeah Burnin' down the circus Don't know how to work this out (Hey nice to know ya Hey nice to know ya) Started out a novice Finished like an artist Cryin' in the lobby, oh

Get back motherfucker! You don't know me like that! (Get back motherfucker! You don't know me like that!) Yeek yeek woop woop! why you all in my ear?! Talking a whole bunch of shit That I ain't trying to hear! Yeek yeek woop woop! I ain't playing around!

I know that you don't wanna hear this And don't be a fool 'Cause you'll find a man And will be there for you And wait on me darlin' But I'm always on the move And say that you love me Who will stand by your side And don't be a fool, yeah

Everytime, cause we don't play Ain't no sunshine when it's on Only darkness every day Ain't no sunshine when it's on, cause when it's on Ya niggas know to be gone, everytime, cause we don't play It's dark, and hell is hot "who turned out the lights?" is

I got, yeah I got plenty whoadie I got hittas whoadie Tell 'em bring my car around Yeah I got plenty whoadie Goddamn, these snitches nosy Is it true you performed with Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards? I don't know, but I know I did perform at

Better than that (Oh, whoa, oh) I need more heat from ya, baby Make me feel weak for ya, babe Come turn this around No, no, don't let us down And I feel alive Like my heart's in the wild You know I love you

I'm leaving Los Feliz Day after tomorrow I'm over the scenesters I'm on the guest list down at Paul's Baby Grand That hipster doorman he don't know who I am But my studied aloofness is proof I belong so I pass Some girls are pieced like Krylon bombs on