So knives out I want you to know He's not coming back Look into my mouth Squash his head Put him in the pot I'm not coming back Don't look down

I just put you on a wave I could put you on a wave Follow me into the ocean You will never be the same You're pretty as the ocean I'm coming with the gang So you need to get out our way The ladies love it when I sing The niggas love my abilities

Cold and still Irregular sculpture I'm an iron rooster Held against my will An iron rooster Have you ever been dumb enough to do what you wanted to do Without good reason coming over you? Have you ever been young enough to feel what you wanted to feel?

I'll knock you out Eye of the sun Strange ways coming today I put a dollar in my pocket And I threw it away Been a long time Since a federal dime Made a jukebox sound

Show me that phone in your pocket I'll show you mine Show me that phone in your pocket girl Show me yours, I'll show you mine No love, no love, no no 'Cause I got all the things I wanna say But nothing's coming out And all the times I came to you I never

I keep coming back here where everything slipped But I will not spill my guts out My eyes are fallen I'm having trouble inside my skin I try to keep my skeletons in Anything you ever want me to be It'll be easy to cover It'll be summer in Dallas I'm in

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

Whataya want from me Please don't give in, I won't let you down He messed me up, need a second to breathe Just keep coming around Whataya want from me (Whataya want from me) Hey, whataya want from me Just don't give up, I'm workin' it out Hey, whataya

Oh, coming right behind you, swear I'm gonna find you, one of these nights One of these nights, one of these crazy old nights We're gonna find out, pretty mama, what turns on your lights The full moon is calling, the fever is high And the wicked wind

(Chorus x2) I'm wearing thin wearing out becoming weak Holding hands with this rope she's my self-destructive Bleeding disease the things that makes it hard to breathe But if I shoved you far away This addict just starved again asphyxiated And now I see