Little hottie swingin' up in the swing No cover charge, get in for free Chillin' on a back porch, oh yeah Them good ol' boys pickin' six string Woah oh oh, leave your trouble at the door Woah oh oh, chillin' on a back porch No last call, let's party on

Does it almost feel like How am I gonna be an optimist about this? And the walls kept tumbling down In the city that we love Grey clouds roll over the hills Bringing darkness from above But if you close your eyes, Nothing changed at all? And if you close

They poured across the borders We were cautioned to surrender This I could not do Into the hills I vanished No one ever asks me Who I am or where I'm going But those of you who know You cover up my footprints I have changed my name so often

With my Spanish girl, playing FIFA I might phone Genita Mas tequila? Sí señorita Whatsapp only, I'm overseas, I'm in Beverley Hills My new girl got my old girl hurting The last ex that I had was a lighty but the next X that I get is a German That's a X5

So won't you come So won't you come, baby So you better run Over the hills, salvation rests in the sun You're turnin' it, baby, rest in the sun I wanna tell you (Tell you) about the good news (Good news) Move fast like the bullet from the gun Flowers of

When we're crashing, let's have passion Boy, you've got my heart on overdrive I can't stop this feeling baby Only you can make me come alive Overdrive, overdrive Take a moment for yourself Get close with the lights down low You and I and no one else I

Well, I've been 'fraid of changin' 'Cause I've built my life around you But time makes you bolder Even children get older And I'm gettin' older, too And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills Well, the landslide will bring it down I took my

Hey lady, you got the love I need Maybe more than enough Oh darling, darling, darling Walk a while with me Ohh, you've got so much, so much, so much Many have I loved, and many times been bitten Many times I've gazed along the open road Many times I've

Does it almost feel like How am I gonna be an optimist about this? And the walls kept tumbling down In the city that we love Grey clouds roll over the hills Bringing darkness from above But if you close your eyes, Nothing changed at all? And if you close

Real nigga, I We see eye to eye Get high, touch the sky Right hand in the air Left hand in the pot Over that, 'bout they mad I see green in your eyes, it don't lie (green) Blew dollar bills in them hills to the sky (yeah)