I will fly into outer space I will die, to love another day I float away, but you're my gravity We rise again, and lose our gravity We rise again, and loose our gravity I was there on the day truth died Blood on my hands throw 'em up in the sky I was the

If there's no way of knowing where's the answer, You should know if you need me by now, tell me how. You saw me in the first place, Who d'you think I am How can you be so two-faced And tell me where I stand Yeah, we've been here once before, I see you by

Throw ya hands up (Ella se luce pa que la vea) (Se menea se menea) (Bailando te rodea) Do you really wanna ride? You know she'll get it, get it Do you really wanna ride? Any way you feel it, feel it Do you really wanna ride? Let's ride

Good fortune comes our way And we ride down Kings Highway, yeah yeah Lover, I'll await the day When the time gets right I'm gonna pick you up And take you far way from From trouble my love Under a big ol' sky

Love in the back of the truck with the tailgate down Just us and the speakers on So right, girl I'm so high You and me, wild and free Out in the dark, wrapped up in the stars Way out in the woods nobody for miles I softly kiss your neck, and slowly

Turn it up a little bit louder Turn it up I love this song Come on girl the world is ours Let's do something right or wrong Let's go live it Ain't no time for wasting time Days like these they go by way too fast Yeah, days like these you wanna make them

I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god I'm on the roof of the party Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous Ay, red lights on in the boulevard That means business Ay, throw up in this bitch, I might Corny bitches make me sick I might throw up in

(maybach music, its deeper than the verse baby, its deeper than the rap). Doing a 150 miles and running, Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunning, Laff about the doe but really ain't nothing funny, Getting rich in a rush, Yeah you know us, We

Beer before liquor, yeah you've never been sicker Just down home boys staying up all night Cops were pretty quick, yeah, but we were always quicker Burning up the road 'til the tank ran dry Whoa, yeah, whoa, yeah Hand me down guitar, handful of friends

And a couple little shacks You gotta go deep Way on back Cross a few creeks And you kick it into four wheel drive when you run out of road You gotta get lost Crickets and frogs Yeah you're gettin' close now