I remember those songs on the radio The jasmine, the wind in your hair Summer and smoke, diamonds and dust Go where you will, do what you must The promise was made, your word was enough We had dreams, visions and plans Into the night, out of our hands

So, so what? I got my rock moves I'm gonna show you tonight I'm alright, I'm just fine And you're a tool I am a rock star And I don't want you tonight I'm still a rock star And I don't need you

What a bam bam This man, don't trouble no man I want you to know that I am the man who Fight for the right, not for the wrong Going there, I'm growing there Helping the weak against the strong Soon you will find out the man I'm supposed to be

When it came to love I thought we had enough Then again, what do I know? I'm just another boy in another band You're just another girl I put in a song I watched her pack up her mink coat, pink stilettos, rosary She turned and said she was going, chasing

Thomas Jefferson’s coming home Mr. Jefferson, welcome home Seventeen, se- se- seventeen Se- se- seventeen Seventeen eighty-nine How does the bastard orphan, immigrant decorated war vet Unite the colonies through more debt? Fight the other founding

Don't go crying to your mama Ain't it fun Living in the real world So what are you gonna do Being all alone 'Cause you're on you're own, in the real world 'Cause you're on your own, in the real world When the world don't orbit around you Ain't it good

Are the words I couldn't say And no one else to blame All I can hear in the silence that remains What do I do now that you're gone? No back up plan, no second chance In a book in a box in the closet In a line in a song I once heard In a moment on a front

Hey, so what you wanna do? She's 'bout to go in She likes that low end Damn, her ass is so big Just keep it bumping Peaches and cream Uh oh, there she go, that's that look all on her face Shorty dancin' like she knows she's the baddest in the place Hey,

You say you're livin' on the edge and I think you're hangin' from a ledge Too scared to hold the hand that wants to help you up Are you still a bullet in your daddy's gun Don't forget boy you're your mama's only son She's at home and she's been praying

This is what you call a flip Ten keys from a quarter brick Bentley from his mama's whip K.O.D., he hard as shit Don't give a fuck and I'm somewhat insane If practice made perfect, I'm practice's baby My life is too crazy, no actor could play me And the