If you want another Say you need another Here's to taking what you came for And here's to running off the pain And here's to just another no man Here's to never ending circles And building them on top of me And here's to another no man

I would be lucky to find me a man Who could love me the way that I am I need a hand with my worrisome heart I need a break from my troubling ways I need a man who got no baggage to claim With this here worrisome heart With all my troubling ways A

You're gonna need somebody on your bond Tellin' everybody they're gonna need somebody on their bond You're gonna need somebody on your bond child When it's late 'round midnight and old man Death comes slippin' into the room You take Mary and Martha

My romance doesn't need a castle rising in Spain Or a dance to a constantly surprising refrain My romance, doesn't need to have a moon in the sky My romance, doesn't need a blue lagoon standing by No month of May, no twinkling stars No hideaway, no soft

We wanna live right now Jumping off the edge Cause we got that dynamite inside our bones Now we got that 1, 2, 3, come on let's go, let's go! Young, I want it free Got everything we need A thousand shooting stars And many mysteries

Do you, do you want my love Do you, do you want my love, woman But I never seen nothin' like you Do you, do you want my face, I need it! Do you, do you want my mind, I'm saying it! In this life I've seen everything I can see woman I've seen lovers flying

When I lived in the woods, Everything was alright. As I breathe in time To be where I was, And if I need you, Baby, give me all your love. To find the time, We'll never see

Come and get it if you really need it Come and get it if you really want it But that’s just alright, alright My feelings I don’t hide them, hide them, hide them Your feelings you shouldn’t hide them, hide them, hide them I have been crazy I have been

When the sun goes down You’re gonna need a flashlight You’re gonna need a candle I think I can manage that When you leave town I’m gonna buy you a calling card ‘Cause I’m falling hard for you I go back on Labor Day And I will try to make my way

I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need shit Nigga, I'm high all the time, I smoke that good shit I stay high all the time, man, I'm on some hood shit Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch