see If this is meant to be Just let go, leave your drama in the backseat Just let go, just let go of it You make this so damn easy Yeah I would do things
Oh baby we don't have to say goodnight Just stop the tape and press rewind Not anyone or anything but you Could ever change these feelings Lets be all
my heart tonight 'Cause it's so easy but it isn't right It's so easy but it isn't right, no It's so easy but it isn't right Baby, it's so easy
try But honey, let's eat out tonight" No one said it would be easy But no one said it'd be this hard No one said it would be easy No one thought we'd
You jump, jump here You jump, jump there You jump, jump, jump everywhere And you mellow down easy Mellow down easy You mellow down easy But you really
the party, the ball gowns, I see you make your way through the crowd. You say hello, little did I know... {Nick} We were young and times were easy
s wet I ain't no rookie, I'm a microphone vet Evil E's on the set, hit the deck Be easy on the cut Be easy on the cut Be easy on the cut And no mistakes
this microphone Just give me the ball and I'll take it home When they can't catch me cause they're way too slow You already know Every time I hit the field I put on a show But it's easy
, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it I gotta get it so people, get on yo' day jobs Ain't nothin' crowded but the
The same guitar I've always played And the words I wrote down on a page When I was 12 years old and small town raised You tell the crowd you're paying
Well the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry any more, 'Cause when life looks like Easy Street, there is danger at your door. Think this
Well, the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry anymore 'Cause when life looks like easy street, there is danger at your door Now think this
the Lakers See me on the fifty yard line with the Raiders Met Ali he told me, I'm the greatest I got the fever for the flavor of a crowd pleaser DJ play
dies something in your eyes Calls to mind a silver screen and all its sad goodbyes I'm never gonna dance again Guilty feet have got no rhythm Though it's easy
spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes
