Somewhere with you Laughing loud on a carnival ride, yeah Driving around on a Saturday night You made fun of me for singing my song Got a hotel room just to turn you on You said pick me up at three a.m. You're fighting with your mom again I can go out

Good fortune comes our way And we ride down Kings Highway, yeah yeah Lover, I'll await the day When the time gets right I'm gonna pick you up And take you far way from From trouble my love Under a big ol' sky

You know we've got to find a way Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality What's going on Yeah, what's going on Right on baby Mother, mother There's too many of you crying Brother, brother, brother

(How do you like me now?) Like a fucking dream I'm living in Baby love me 'cause I'm playing on the radio Now my life is sweet like cinnamon Pick me up and take me like a vitamin 'Cause my body's sweet like sugar venom oh yeah I've finally found you Oh,

Go ahead and pick up all the cash Get a plastic bag You danced all night, girl, you deserve it Maybe one day, maybe one day This a good night to dance on me Oh yeah, oh yeah Go ahead and pick up all this cash If anybody know

Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr) I know you're home, baby (It's lit!) I'm in the zone, baby (Straight up!) I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah) Never will I cheat on you Never will I commit treason Blowin' a bag on you Do all of that for no

Screaming out her name at the windshield tears soaking up my face If I had loved her this much all along, maybe maybe, yeah maybe Red roadside wild flower if I'd only picked you Maybe she'd thought it through Calling everyone we know stopping any place

Yeah I'm down if you feel like messin' around Whatever you want, shoot, I don't care, you can come over here I can come over there And pick you up, that's right On a sit around Saturday night with nothing to do And you just want something to do All you

Runaway baby like a runaway train Runaway and never look back Like a train comin' off the tracks Well, I sold my guitar for a diamond ring Yeah the preacher's daughter's got a thing for me With all of our stuff in a pick up truck Yeah we're headed out

So can you can you get back to me? I been calling tryna get a hold of you, you (yeah, yeah) Feeling lost and I don't know what to do Nold on, let me try callin' one more time Come on, pick up man, fuck I'm calling God, leaving voicemails I know your