one day I'll be goneThe world'll keep turningI hope

Timber Timber TimberIt's going down, I'm yelling timberYou better move, you

youngDie gonna die youngWe're gonna die youngWe're gonna die

Wake up in the morning, feelin' like P. DiddyGrab my glasses,

1: Alice gonna come for youAnd you can try

pool, limousines (Come on, let's do it)Come on, let's

Sean Foreman & first kiss went a little like

up in the morning feelin' like P-DiddyGrab my glasses,

2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 81, 2, 3, 4,

a child of the moonI’m a gypsy in the darkThings

the consequence of overloading on the truth?Everything stops and

got new DNA, I found my directionWhen I see

if none of this happened?It's nothin' like I imagined

Hell yeahI don’t do laundryI don’t like babiesBut I’ll have a

hear your heart beat to the beat of the drumsOh,

la, la la, la-la, la-laLa la, la la, la-la, la-laLa

Sean Foreman & first kiss went a little like

the dark of the night comes aroundThat's the time

1: Mr 305, off of my body, daleThere are

that glitter on my eyesGot that glitter on my eyesGot