Seems that I'm the only one too blind to see The fire inside me, like lightning All my life is lighting up in front of me All this time I thought that I was running to the sun Trying to get out all my light All my light Like lightning Looking for a girl

Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me And I'm wondering where the lions are I'm wondering where the lions are Sun's up, uuh huh, looks okay The world survives into another day And I'm thinking about eternity I had another dream about lions at the door

Hillbilly deluxe Hillbilly deluxe, slick pick up trucks Big timing in a small town Stirrin' it up right about sundown Black denim and chrome to the bone With a little homegrown Country girl cuddled up Well, up in the backwoods, down in the holler Old boy

But roll around heaven all day Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do Up in the mornin', out on a job Work like the devil for my pay While that lucky old sun has nothin' to do Fussed with my woman Toil for my kids Sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray

Can't you see I'm ready to dance? Gonna take a cut, There's money in your feet, Watch out boy, (watch out boy) You wake up in the morning with the bass line, A Ray of Sunshine, You know today you're gonna have a good time, And you're ready to go.

If it's magic It holds the key to every heart Throughout the universe It fills you up without a bite And quenches every thirst Then why can't it be everlasting Like the sun that always shines Like the poets in this rhyme Like the galaxies in time

Chase that sun 'til it runs out of sky And if your memory's still too strong Honey, honey Honey you still prey on my mind So I jump up find me a mountain Shake off the sheep I been countin' I'll keep movin' on and get longer gone I tried thumbin', a

Relaxed in the sun, low as possible It's my shit right here baby My boy Curren$y on this, Montana Shout to all the stores, shout to all the websites, Shout to all the blogs and all that I support French Montana, Big Mike, DJ Self, Evil Empire Yeah, you

For the victims of a longing The grave of our youth is up ahead And life has become a burden We move in circles of suppressed despair Waiting for the sun And turning stones to find evidence But it hides in the recesses of our hearts A written decree of

We going out, out, out, out We going out, out, out, out, we going out We going out, we going out We got our eyes blurred right and the weird up loud We going out, yeah we ignite the night in the sunburn town Locked and loaded, rocked and rolling Driving