Or shrug us off your shoulders Don't approve a single word we wrote Make us it, make us hip, make us scene Well we're just a wet dream for the webzines It's time for us to take a chance If you talk, you better walk With more than good hooks While you're

Find your own way back home Allow me to exaggerate a memory or two Where summer's lasted longer than Well longer than we do When nothing really mattered Except for me to be with you But in time we all forgotten We all grew Your melody sounds as sweet

Only lonely for you at night The sun doesn't shine Only lonely for you at night, ah Only lonely for you when And I try to forget why Why you're not here by my side I start to panic when the sun goes down I stay this jacked 'til the lights go out Don't

Don't panic, don't panic We just getting started nigga don't panic Shawty fell in love with a hustler Man I took her from a buster Niggas keep talkin' like they know something I slide on your bitch like she hol' something Real niggas getting cake Watch

Fuck a silver lining 'Cause only gold is hot enough, hot enough It's just cherries, cherries Everything is cherries on top When you gonna say my name? One more, one more Silver lining To the old, and to the new We dedicate this song to you

Tearing me apart Oh it's tearing me apart, all this pain inside Liquor in my veins, panic on my mind Tearing me apart, all this pain inside Searching for the peace I will never find Oh it's tearing me apart Smoke in my lungs, liquor in my veins Fear in

It's a hell of a feeling though Alright, alright, it's a hell of a feeling though Alright, alright Champagne, cocaine, gasoline And most things in between I roam the city in a shopping cart A pack of camels and a smoke alarm This night is heating up

The good, the bad, and the dirty Oh woah oh woah oh, oh woah oh If you wanna start a fight You better throw the first punch Make it a good one And if ya wanna make it through the night You better say my name like I'm gonna keep getting underneath you

This impossible year There's no sunshine There's no good times There's no you and me Only black days and sky grey And clouds full of fear And storms full of sorrow That won't disappear Just typhoons and monsoons

You could 'cause you can so you do When it's nine in the afternoon We're feeling so good, just the way that we do Your eyes are the size of the moon Back to the street where we began Cause it's nine in the afternoon And your eyes are the size of the moon