One more night and I can do it I can make you right One more time, one more slide One more cash, baby one more lie we gonna do this straight up we ain't gonna fight Just one more, just one more night One more time, one more night One more baby just get

Find a few good buddies, start a band Just get you a guitar and learn how to play Cut up some jeans, come up with a name When you're living in a world that you don't understand I never was a straight-lace, straight A student Teacher's pet or child

That moonglow gave me you Way up in the blue It must have been moonglow We seem to float right in the air Heavenly songs seem to come from everywhere And now when there's moonglow I always remember That led me straight to you I still hear you sayin'

Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops Came from the bottom now I get high at the top Early morning cutting corners Rolling up this marijuana Stole it straight from California homie what do you got on it? My cup holder filled with Tropicana Couple grams of

'Round and 'round they go Throw it up, watch it fall and drop Than to get down in a hole 1500, all in singles (straight up!) Rather be strapped and ride with a pole Champions, we run the city Number one, they fallin' from the top 'Round and 'round they

On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun Like lovers and heroes, and the restless part of everyone We're only at home when we're on the run He's got a road map of Jupiter A radar fix on the stars All along the highway She's got a

I know I have issues But I don't need to hear it coming from you Well, I'm sick of it, over it, however you want it said I'm telling it straight 'cause it might be the only chance I get Just shut up, just shut up, would you stop telling me who I am? I'm

I am just too selfish I guess I know you're tired and restless It's no surprise we've come undone You say it's better in the long run But I can't unlove you just because Cheap red wine straight out of a coffee cup One more down to drink you off my mind

Just like my mama said And I'm going straight to hell I'm going straight to hell 'Cause I'm going straight to hell I grew up just west of the tracks Holdin' me to hold me back Around your door she's callin' out my name

Kiss lots of boys Or kiss lots of girls When the straight and narrow Gets a little too straight If that's something you're into Roll up the joint, or don't Just follow your arrow Wherever it points, yeah Follow your arrow