Let’s go, let’s leave There’s a whole wide world for us to see Just roll with me Cause there ain’t no doubt this is meant to be I pick you up on the corner of now and never We can run all the red lights down forever I gotta tank filled up with gasoline

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go Everybody knows, we got the party with us Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights And the moon is so bright from above Skateboard here's all right So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us We got the party with us

Let's get out of this town All of my friends are settling down They're only kids but they're married now Let's follow the lights, follow the crowd Baby we got to get out I don't wanna live my life in circles I just wanna find an empty road Let's get away

And the lights all went out in Massachusetts Feel I'm goin' back to Massachusetts Something's telling me I must go home The day I left her standing on her own Tried to hitch a ride to San Francisco Gotta do the things I wanna do They brought me back to

I say yeh yeh, that's what I say I say yeh yeh We gotta do that, we gotta do that I got my answer, the only thing I can say We'll play a melody and Turn the lights down low so that none can see And there'll be no one else alive In all the world 'cept you

Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up in the headlights Has got me reminiscing on the good times I'm turning off the real life, driving, that's right Smoke rollin' out the window Yeah I'm chilling

That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia That's the night that they hung an innocent man Well don't trust your soul to no back woods Southern lawyer 'Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hands 'Cause the judge in the town's

Let’s go, let’s leave There’s a whole wide world for us to see Just roll with me Cause there ain’t no doubt this is meant to be I pick you up on the corner of now and never We can run all the red lights down forever I gotta tank filled up with gasoline

Lights low, get lit Mouth closed, take dick Lace up, legs up Get drunk, clothes off Weed loud, twist up Throwback, look back Woosah, get that I ain't worried about no other bitch you got me Use them lips you know I love you, kiss my body

Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone There's a destination a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low Jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow Pulling out