Ooh, it makes me wonder There's a lady who's sure All that glitters is gold And she's buying a stairway to heaven When she gets there she knows If the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for Oh oh oh oh and she's buying a stairway

Get high like Ali Ba, Chippi Chippi Niggas ain't fuckin' with me Wigglehot, Ali Ba, do the Chippi Chippi Yeah, ha, Mudboy Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa Chippi Chippi, I ain't get high in a minute I can't fuck with shorty, she got too many feelings

Ill take it, baby I'll take it Why I'm starin' at you cause I'm picturing you naked Know whats on your mind embrace it, do not fake it Tonight is what you make it, take it do not waste it Take a shot you not wasted, look in the blocks with mind play? I'm

Beacon don't fly too high Kestrels breed, Looking further than I can see Without tact to read, She'd take a shine to me A lesson lost again Wanton borrowed gun For all your time, Playful crime in rain

I'll never forget Life you disdain So to the parents that bore me this pain With all those things you left unfinished Why was I born? Sometimes I wish I didn't know Been times when I wish that I had just never been Why did you have me?

The kind that everybody knows...yeah yeah She finer than a painted rose...yeah yeah Sunshine...yeah My sunshine I sold my soul for a one night stand I followed Alice into Wonderland I ate the mushroom and I danced with the queen Yeah we danced in between

Yeah, she's a beyond beautiful Fool that you be stuck with Yeah, it's all about me and you Believe it or not this love that we got You gave up the love you got and a that is that She loves me now she loves you not And that's a where it's at Just when you

She loves a small town boy like me She can have anybody that she wants to be Anywhere she wants to be She's my ride or die baby She's my cool, she's my crazy She's my laid back in the front seat She's my with me to the end girl My turn-it-up-to ten girl

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Leave it alone mate She doesn't want to go home with ya, home with ya, no She doesn't want to go home with ya, home with ya She can't even run She can't even walk She slurs when she speaks But you hear what you want when she can't even talk Can't even