East coast is gonna swallow ya, swallow ya Midwest is gonna burn it down West coast I'm gonna follow ya, follow ya On my way to Kona Town Drive along
Hey! I got the right of way, and that's all you got to say I been thinking about, thinking about somethings I thought I'd never be thinking Too many
I can hear your soft, soft voice sliding down the walls And I feel a green light kissing my face Tell me when you wake up is this where your gonna be
Outta my, get outta my face Outta my, oh get outta my face Outta my, get outta my face Outta my, oh get outta my face You don't belong here You don't
I like your style, yah I like your style, yah girl I like your style Well I been thru some hard times and I wake up in no times Wondering how to stop
Look at me baby, am I a little blurry Now your tears have obstructed your view This is only crazy, if you think it's crazy And of course it's always
Rent to the landlord baby, that's his business, that's his business, that's his business Rent to the landlord baby, that's his business, that's his business
You know I really had to use my sense now I, slam the door right in your face Hows it feel, hows it taste And look how, you won't dance with me Well
If you let me have a taste, I'll probably keep this world from falling down I'm pulling on my E-brake, and when I turned around you were gone You made
If you had it all, if you had nothing at all What would you do, not to see your tears fall Sleeping so still, with a little time to kill Drink down this
I'm exactly where I want to be Like a thief inside a robbery Listening to pirate radio Imagine that I'm in the show Empty sky but I'm still composed
