Texty:
This Condition Some Nights Just Feel Right

night. Through the crowds and the people We found some hope to make the moment right. We were trying hard, Not knowing what to say. I could feel the heat

so surprised Morning comes I fall in love again Each night I'm thanking God you're in my life I don't know how I know, but this feeling won't be ending

whipped pain or looking back at you In a courtroom filled with absolutely none of my peers Why are you here? Is this some voyeuristic bullshit? See black man sing? Or maybe, just

backyard Now brother, I'm leaving a calling card This mission tonight Feels so right Mr. D.O.A. Some they can take it and some lie down Some just wear

get just ripped up shouting in vain, Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night. You've got to make such a noise to understand

This is the way we survive I know a caper We can get some government paper You know food stamps, can we really do that? Hell yeah, right there for the

The right time to stay at home The booze gets your liver, but when you consider The condition of water, a man really ought to Abstain for the night and just

beats game tight Keep talkin' shit, just spell my name right Evidence, make music, focus on the listener I know I'm ghetto, use speakers as air conditioners Feel

fans, every night I?ll shampoo and condition her beautiul blonde hair. Miley: Oliver, I say this because I care about you? GET SOME HELP! Lily: Miley