I don't wanna go to school I just wanna break the rules Comin' up until we die Boys and girls across the world Putting on our dancing shoes Going to the discotheque Getting high and getting wrecked Na-na na na And never stop, it's how we ride

She won't stop me put it down And don't look back Oh baby don't stop Bury me and fade to black So get your gun and meet me by the door Would I lie to you? Gun it while I'm holding on Don't stop if I fall Wait until it fades to black

Thinking you could live without me Tell me how's it feel sittin' up there Feeling so high but too far away to hold me You know I'm the one who put you up there Name in the sky Does it ever get lonely? Baby, I'm the one who put you up there And then I got

I can put you in the Mile High Club, what's up? Let's take a trip Have you ever read "The World Is Yours" On a blimp? Tell me, baby, if you 'bout that life right now I hope it ain't tall, no Tell her be free, baby, spread your wings Got your legs in the

Take it to the limit, take it to the limit Take it to the limit one more time So put me on a highway and show me a sign And take it to the limit one more time All alone at the end of the evening And the bright lights have faded to blue I was thinking

So put them hands up higher Let's smash this party up This is the blast off It's time to blow this up So best you run for cover We about to hit self destruct Go all my people with me And none of us give a fuck

Momma put a bible in my glove box And a hot homemade apple pie in the passenger seat She said "you'll always be my baby" She planted a kiss and a couple of tears on my cheek Dad slipped me some traveling cash through a map with it highlighted right on

Spreadin' rhythm around Music everywhere, feet are pattin' Puttin' tempo in old Manhattan Everybody is out high hattin' Everywhere you go trumpets are blarin' Drums and saxophones rip and tearin' Everybody you meet is rarin' Up in Harlem in every flat

Take it to the limit, take it to the limit Take it to the limit one more time So put me on a highway and show me a sign And take it to the limit one more time All alone at the end of the evening And the bright lights have faded to blue I was thinking

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta High like a jet like a jet blue jet Get on Patron, run grab by your phone To the rhythm I was born to be, born to climb To the brain Put them up! Hands up! Hands up! Put them up! Can’t hide from me, me say me boy I’m to be high