It's 3 to 10 the pigs are here
Give me
Well, it was Friday night last week we got pulled
Your gravity is strong, it's now or never
These painted lines
Words divide
Touched down on a southwest runway
Time collides
Shipments that nev
I'm in the wrong fucking place, at the wrong fucking
I'm addicted to the city lights, I guess you're right
The radio plays our favorite song
It's what keeps me holding
I'm gonna steal your girlfriend
I went to my boys
You can call it anything you want the fact remains
I've been tired before, but never like this
What's happened to
She only comes my way when no one's looking
The
Still wandering
Keeping my sanity
But they won't let me
As usual I'm late, what's the difference I see the
Sitting, attractively bored
You've got the sand in the palm of