Fluffy clouds Jumping rainbows Alcohol on my hands I got plans To ditch myself and get outside Dancing women Throwing plates Decapitating their laughing dates Swirling chickens caught in flight

This is gonna be the best day of my life My li-i-i-i-i-ife Wo-o-o-o-o-oh, wo-o-o-o-o-oh I'm never gonna look back Woah, never gonna give it up I had a dream so big and loud I jumped so high I touched the clouds I stretched my hands out to the sky We

Ohh, in the spotlight When you feel like I've been, You and your friend Everybody jump in, look at us now In the spotlight, No matter what's on the outside, Get it with your inside Open your eyes, duties of the spotlight On the floor

Moving right along to the next big city Highway vagabonds, living like hippies Okay, jump off the exit Truck stop, rest stop, next stop Texas Caravan like a wild west show I don't care, man, as long as we go Get off one and get on the other Highway,

Panama, Panama Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue Don't you know she's coming home with me? I'll get her! Jump back, what's that sound Here she comes, full blast and top down Model citizen zero discipline You'l lose her in the turn Ain't nothin' like it,

Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'till you get sore Smack that, oh-oooh Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo And possibly bend you over Look back and watch me

It's deja vu Don't need no plans 'cause I got plans to kill We off that Henny mixed with Chamomile Wish we could jump from where we stand Until we land on another planet And you know just how I feel, feel, feel (Yeayea, uh) This the age we pay for our

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you, boy? Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop You'd kill yourself for recognition; kill yourself to never ever stop

Love hard, fall fast And you know where to find me Tell yo' new mans Come throw them hands Heard he a bitch, lil' bih She movin' quick, she jumpin' shifts Now she mad, she see me on the 'Gram gettin' lit New bitch see my sidekick No Robin but she thick

It's a mistake, it's a mistake Jump down the shelters to get away The boys are cockin' up their guns Tell us general, is it party time? If it is can we all come Don't think that we don't know Don't think that we're not trying Don't think we move too slow