Life pulled on like a limo under the highway after the prom Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last Hail Mary bomb My heart's still stuck at a stop light With you sittin' there next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green,

Life pulled on like a limo under the highway after the prom Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last Hail Mary bomb My heart's still stuck at a stop light With you sittin' there next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green,

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain) Hey DeVante Nigga, don'tcha know we're gonna sow up every bitch in the country Me and you, up in the same motherfuckin' room On the same level This shit here

You're the only prayer I need to make me feel blessed We're a thousand miles up and I'm 'bout to get higher Feel my heart beating out my chest Singing oh oh oh Oh my love, let me be your fire (Hey) oh my love, let me be your fire I won't be afraid

Hey you're fine I wanna listen to the radio Driving down Calexico highway Hold my hand I want to share it all with Mary Results are gonna vary now And now I know the signs for sure Listen to the Beatles and the sound of laughing Ed McMahon, we got high

'Cause my heart said a long time ago, Buddy tuck your tail and run. 'Cause it ain't love And your stuck on the wrong end of the gun Well you put your finger on that trigger and you shot me where I stood. I found out the hard way I loved you more than I

But I don't even know It don't get better than this And I could be chasing down a broken dream Just to where this thing is gonna lead It's a mystery Oh and ain't life a trip, no it don't get better than this No it don't get better than this Could be a

Life pulled on like a limo under the highway after the prom Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last Hail Mary bomb My heart's still stuck at a stop light With you sittin' there next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green,

When I pick up on that smell Pick it up and run like hell Little woman save me some Better get up on your run So much more than Charlie's wakin' me To my core and Charlie's shakin' me And tell my story

I'm cold and confused with no guiding light left inside Pure hearts and stumble In my hands they crumble And fragile and stripped to the core I can't hurt you anymore Loved by numbers You loosing, life's wonder And touch like strangers detached I can't