, that things are gonna look up 'Cause I feel us drowning in a sea spilled from a cup When there is no place safe and no safe place to put my head When
To be that good, it must be taxin? There's no such thing as satisfaction You?re makin? things happen while I?m relaxin? Like a Sunday afternoon My dad
Made my exit on the turnpike Saw the stateside toll and shuffled for some change I paid a man that talked as if he knew me And I could see it in his eyes
Just get to me I don't care just get to me Prokeds, mopeds take a limousine instead They ain't cheap but they're easy to find Get on the highway point yourself my
Well I guess this is where I left my life And all its operations And I know that I will never get this twice With all negotiations This feels like the
down Where I wanna be in my private nation I?m alone all thinkin? life?s a phone call Here for just a while when in my private nation, yeah This is my
living back home Right! Yeah...yeah Take me back to a south Tallahassee Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy Can't stand up on my feet
I shake it to the right What?s not to love, man I?m on tonight I got the L.A. stylie with the New York trim Keep my pants so low, it?s like I?m goin
I put ketchup on my scrambled eggs And everybody thinks it's funny I don't get mad I don't laugh 'cause you don't shave your legs But everybody thinks
I can always find my way when you are here When I look to the sky Something tells me you're here with me And I can always find my way when you are here
around you too If that?s alright with you You?re better than any rainbow You?re brighter than the sun You look like my first day of summer When my spring
I can hear you downstairs crying on the phone Telling someone that I'm here but you still feel all alone Maybe we were too young, goodbye, I've gotta
my own life keepin' me down Where I wanna be in my private nation I'm alone all thinkin' life's a phone call Here for just a while when in my private nation
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: To be that good, it must be taxin' No such thing as satisfaction You're makin' things happen while I'm relaxin' Like a Sunday afternoon My dad used
and then I shake it to the right What's not to love, man I'm on tonight I got the LA stylie with the New York trim Keep my pants so low It's like I'm
