The last day alive Now or never, it's now or never Now or never, it's now or never (the last day alive) Run into the bright lights most nights, now or never Always and forever the last day alive Bottled up in adolescence Bottom up forbidden essence

Guitar gangsters and Cadillac blood They came from the road and out of the dark Went into a place even darker There's a Cadillac out in the dark There's a guitar gangster lighting a smoke And he feels the night, and he feels the fire Driving into the

It's like I checked into rehab And, baby, you're my disease I gotta check into rehab 'Cause, baby, you're my disease Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, you're the reason why I'm thinking I don't wanna smoke on these cigarettes no more I guess

I need that Drink some, smoke some Yeah, hell of a day to load a twenty two and take it to the woods and let it ring into the night And break a bottle with the bullet, yes I'm 'bout it motherfucker Not a single solitary thing is missing from my southern

Burning like smoke and fire Oh, oh, our love is running into a burning building Oh, oh, our love is scattered ash with a burnt up feeling Feel the heat so we started running You know you saw it coming But the memories are still in my mind Smoke and fire

Do you wanna get involved with me And when she wants the booty call She gon' send an Uber to my place Pulled up in a Range all black she love my coat Cold as ice-cream when you come into the North I got kush smoke a lot girl I just bought a nice lil'

I walk into the club like, everybody hates me Yeah, I just want to drink tequila with my friends So I walk into the club like, everybody hates me I'm talkin' to myself, shit, now they think I'm crazy I walk into the club like, everybody hates me

The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking He’s haunted by the memory of a lost paradise In

Gotta get me some. And it turns out she's got everything I want, but all rolled into one. She smokes a little home grown, drinks a little Cuervo. Still a little down home, there was never a doubt. You know, she's got everything I want, but all rolled

I remember those songs on the radio The jasmine, the wind in your hair Summer and smoke, diamonds and dust Go where you will, do what you must The promise was made, your word was enough We had dreams, visions and plans Into the night, out of our hands