Love me love me say you're gonna love me I'm I'm ready to go I know you're ready to go Don't leave me out on the floor I'm saying whoa Don't tell me no I'm I'm I'm ready to go I'm ready to go I'm reading your mind you know I'm a psychic

Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?) I'm comin' for that number one spot! (Alright) Rappers swearin' they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh) But I'm comin' for they number one spot! (Alright man) Scheme scheme, plot plot (say what?) I'm comin' for that

Just like the cigarettes hurt I guess I'm never gonna learn Just like the whiskey burns, whoa wohoa I am rock and roll, living a life we can only dream of They said that self destruction I stopped below and for along My only home is the bottom of the

Jeremy spoke in class today King Jeremy the wicked Jeremy spoke in Uh uh uh uh (spoke in, spoke in, spoke in) Whoa oh (spoke in) At home drawing pictures Of mountain tops With him on top

Let me see your hands in the air Whoa whoa whoa I'm dancing To the sound My world's in the clouds Too high to come down So let me see your hands in the air Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Party's on, let it run You're in town having fun 'Cause you're looking for chance to run Let's run, whoa oh You're the fame, scream my name Gonna know it now the game is on Don't stop, whoa oh You're a hotshot, ten o'clock, ready for the night to rock

Something big I feel it happening Oh oh oh oh whoa Oh oh oh oh whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh Whoa oh oh oh oh whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh Whoa oh oh oh oh Out of my control Pushing and pulling and it's grabbing me Feel it in my bones like Something big

It can't be Nashville every night With its la la oh oh ohs, Whoa-ohs and He said, 'Fuck this' and 'Fuck that' And this guy's the diplomat Stares into the blur of the tuner lights He said, 'We are what we lack' And this guy's the autodidact

Barefoot, blue jean night (Whoa-oh) We were shinin' like lighters in the dark In the middle of a rock show (Whoa-oh) We were doin' it right (Whoa-oh) We were comin' alive (Whoa-oh) Never gonna grow up (Whoa-oh) Never gonna slow down (Whoa-oh) Yeah,

I don't want to be here anymore I know there's nothing left worth staying for Your paradise is something I've endured, whoa whoa I'm listening with one foot out the door See I don't think I can fight this anymore And I don't want to be here anymore But