Put on the Patek, to change up the weather The shit turning into the rain Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain (hey) Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain (whoo) The shit turning into the rain (rain) I, I, count the guap (count, count) Set up shop

We're going out tonight To kick out every light We're going till the world stops turning While we burn it to the ground tonight Ooooohhhhhhh To get anything that we want Drink everything in sight To drink everything in sight Well it's midnight, damn

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

And the greatest is love Where were you when the world stopped turnin' I'm just a singer of simple songs I'm not a real political man I watch CNN, but I'm not sure I can tell you The diff'rence in Iraq and Iran But I know Jesus and I talk to God And I

I'll stop the whole world, I'll stop the whole world Don't you ever wonder how we survive? From turning into a monster and eating us alive Well now that your gone, the world is ours You were my conscience, so solid, now you're like water We started

I can't get enough, yeah Moving my body All night long and do it again I keep turning it up, yeah The music is taking me higher I'm feeling inspired Don't want you to stop it We dance in the streets We rock to the beat

Oh, and Roy Rogers is riding tonight Returning to our silver screens Comic book characters never grow old Evergreen heroes whose stories were told Oh the great sequin cowboy who sings of the plains Of roundups and rustlers and home on the range Turn on

I don't wanna be eighty-five, singing "Whoa, no, I think I missed it, I was chasing money" Caught it so easy like the common cold, ooh, ooh Tossing and tossing and turning around Trying and trying to sweat it all out Kicking the habit that's pulling me

Warned you about No doubt I'm the one your mama I'm known for taking ladies home And turning them out. Like kissing all the girlies and Making them cry. I'm a wise guy with wits The opposite of shy

Gotta love this American ride Both ends of the ozone burnin' Funny how the world keeps turning I love, this American ride That's us, that's right Look ma, no hands Winter gettin' colder, summer gettin' warmer Tidal wave comin' cross the Mexican border