I just wanna come make things right I would never think you would stoop that low, you would stoop that low, no And they're telling me this is life I just wanna, make things right I might roll, I know Do you, do you? Aw yeah Fall in place This is amazing

We were wannabe rebels that didn't have a clue In our rock n roll tee shirts and our typically bad attitudes Had no excuses for the things that we'd done We were brave, we were crazy, we were mostly Man I don't know where the time goes Young, young But

I know, sad songs Are sad songs, sad songs Never really knowing why like me You don't ever wanna step off that roller coaster and You don't wanna ride the bus like this Never knowing who to trust like this You don't wanna be stuck up on that stage

Either you're going to lose your mind People where the weather suits my clothes Tears rolling all down from my eyes Woman you must be stone down crazy Yes I said baby you must be stone crazy Yes I wanna know how could you treat me so dirty baby You must

You don't know What you do to me lately Got you rolling papers, got you rolling papers I got so much love for ya Want you to know How much that I fuck with you, oh Wanna roll one up for ya Want you to come to the back of the club It's a gang thing, it's

My lil' baby on thick, thick Girl that ass too fat, so don't quit And now she wanna roll You know I like it like that, don't quit You're doin' good right now, don't quit Put your old jeans on, now they won't fit Another one Oh, I drip her down in gold

You wanna be high for this Open your hand Take a glass Don't be scared I'm right here Even though You don't roll Trust me girl You don't know

Girl I wanna party with you I've got the girls in the truck 'bout six chicks deep And you know girls we rollin' with is straight sexy I've heard you play before but tonight we goin' harder So DJ play my song and keep it going louder Keep it going louder

Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away Day after day I'm more confused Yet I look for the light in the pouring rain You know that's a game that I hate to lose I'm feelin' the strain, ain't it a

I know what you wanna hear Truck tires on a two lane rolling River rushing and a warm breeze blowing in Hair all around to the sound Of the radio singing in the background Gravel grinding, while we're finding A little spot I can make a fire in Top