Look down, look down Don't look 'em in the eye Look down, look down, You're here until you die Now prisoner 24601 Your time is up and your parole's begun You know what that means Yes, it means I'm free

Someone like you makes it hard to live without Somebody else Someone like you makes it easy to give Never think about myself Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried Still I look to find a reason to believe If I listened long enough to you I'd

And I haven't looked back Since I made up my mind And I haven't looked back, uh For a very long time I don't, I don't see myself lookin' back for you man Reason why is 'cause I'm only looking for a name, ooh Zonin' on the road Not knowin' where to go But

She just wanna be free Just let her be Why can't you see? She just wanna be cool I'll take a ride on the breeze And doing what she do And I know, I know I know I know Bad feed swaying to a laid back beat She looks good in the morning sun

Look what we started, baby 'Cause all I ever wanted was some fun I never meant to fall in love I never meant to fall in lo-ove No, I can't stop now You're not what I expected Used to look for exits Cheyenne, Cheyenne I just can't stop thinking 'bout you

(you're beautiful) (for all your big mistakes) When do you come out to play? 'Cause if the Lord is gonna find me, He'd better start looking today. I don't know. I think they come from the cold (you stayed the same) To the city that don't snow.

Son, look at you now You're so fuckin' tough, so motherfuckin' bad 13 years of grief is all your folks ever had Just an ignorant cunt, talkin' such shit Tryin to act like a man, you little fuckin' punk kid Day of court, day of fear, in walks the judge

Ba da-da da-da da-da, feeling groovy Slow down, you move too fast You got to make the morning last Just kicking down the cobblestones Looking for fun and feeling groovy Hello lamppost, what'cha knowing I've come to watch your flowers growin' Ain't you

I should've known I would pay for this You look to good with your makeup off And your favorite song They get scared to lust Girl, you're dangerous Girl, what's been happening lately? We don't even talk no more I be getting high on the low

And you know what to do to help Used to look at me and tell me, "Don't stress, love" Cut me off, tell me stay blessed, love Hey, stay blessed Note to self, stay true to self (True, true, true, true) Shorty, I could use the help (True, true, true, true)