A whole lot more waiting up ahead than what she left behind Life's too short to be hanging around She's getting out while the getting's good Driving on that two lane road hoping she might find She's eighteen and it's time she got out of the wood Living

Houstatlantavegas (ay) Houstatlantavegas (ay) And she dance to this song Throw your ones up in the air Houstatlantavegas (ay) Houstatlanta, she just stuck in Houstatlantavegas (ay) Houstatlantavegas Oh, woah, oh And it goes, "Hey, now now, watch her go

Ooh, my wild, wild son, run free Oooh, you'll know it when you're living out your dream Ooh, you'll know it when you're where you're supposed to be Hello son, you're ready to come into the air We can't wait to hold you and rock you to sleep in your

It must have been moonglow, way up in the blue It must have been moonglow that led me straight to you And I keep on prayin', "Oh Lord, please let this last" We seemed to float right through the air Heavenly songs seemed to come from everywhere And now

Amarillo by mornin' Up from San Antone Everything that I got Is just what I've got on Amarillo's where I'll be When that sun is high in that Texas sky I'll be buckin' at the county fair Amarillo, I'll be there They took my saddle in Houston

Money is the mission, it's skrilla over bitches Pull up on her and she make a decision to get in Yeah, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas Room full of hittas and you squares can't get in Movin' through the air, eatin' shrimp in the Gulf Stream

Air, air, air, air, air, air Air-air-air-air-air-air-air-air You, you don't mean no harm But you're stringin' me along and I don't have the time to spare And I, I'm trying hard to breathe But you're suffocating me, this time I'm coming up for air Never

You gotta get up in the morning take your heavy load And you gotta keep goin' down the long black road They used to tell me boy you ain't goin' nowhere With your cheap guitar and your big long hair You gotta realize all your responsibilities You gotta

I got my top down on my whip Her hair blowing in the wind I got my shades on cause I'm bent She roll it up with no stem I got my Louis bags duffled up Fuck with the squad and throw it up I got my top down, speakers bump See me when I pull it up Gucci bag

Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) Such a lovely face On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew