Hello world Well hello world How you been Good to see you, my old friend Traffic crawls Cell phone calls Talk radio screams at me Through my tinted window I see A little girl, rust red minivan

Start all over Start all over The whole world's broke and it ain't worth fixing It's time to start all over, make a new beginning There's too much pain, too much suffering Let's resolve to start all over make a new beginning Now don't get me wrong I love

Have I told you I love you lately? High Valley have I told You I Love You Lately So many things Running through my head All too often They go unsaid Sometimes it seems this crazy world Is taking its toll on you and me, girl

The world keeps spinning, It won't stop, it's just beginning Woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo 'Cause I got high hopes, high hopes. And when we grow old, I'll say "I told you so" 'Cause I got high (high, high) hopes Woo-hoo, woo-hoo High hopes for me and you,

Are you locked up in a world that's been planned out for you? Are you feeling like a social tool without a use? Scream at me until my ears bleed I'm taking heed just for you She screams in silence A sullen roit penetrating through her mind Waiting for a

I need that Drink some, smoke some Yeah, hell of a day to load a twenty two and take it to the woods and let it ring into the night And break a bottle with the bullet, yes I'm 'bout it motherfucker Not a single solitary thing is missing from my southern

Let's watch this city burn the world Let's watch this city burn Let's watch it burn From the sky over top the world The city looks so pretty Do you wanna burn it with me? (Do you wanna burn it with me?) (It's the end of the world) Till there's nothing

Won't keep us apart. I'm buildin' bridges straight to your heart, An' all of this distance won't keep us apart, How long can this keep goin' on? Since you've gone, my heart said something's wrong. I'm still blue over losin' you. What else am I gonna do?

I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die They call me The Seeker I've been searching low and high I've looked under chairs I've looked under tables I've tried to find the key To fifty million fables I asked Bobby Dylan

Niggas won't creep these streets with me 'Cause you know fuckin' with these streets'll be Make you wanna, then I'm gonna 'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop (nigga) 'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop 'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop I look through the