Lyrics There I Go - Collie Buddz

Whoa (whoa), whoa (whoa)
Whoa (whoa), whoa (whoa)
Whoa (whoa), whoa (whoa)
Whoa (whoa), whoa (whoa)

She′s running and running and running
Going through my mind
Pull up every year and hits you different every time
Surfing through the faces, wasting memories, getting high
Living in the fast life

Aye, yow
Taking every moment and let it ride
Ten years in the making, ain't no stopping ′til I die
Head up in the clouds like Lucy in the sky
I'm where I wanna be tonight

So if you ain't got plans in mind
Meet me at the Bowling Fire
And throw your hands up in the sky
We can let the good times roll

′Cause there I go
Skankin′ to the sunrise
Leaving all the bad vibes slipping away
There I go
Guess we on the other side
Ready from our sad time, on my way

There I go
I'm leaving, gotta see me
Believe me, it′s easy, I got every reason to stay
There I go
Skankin' to the sunrise
Leaving all the bad vibes slipping away

Whoa (whoa), whoa (whoa)
Whoa (whoa), whoa (whoa)

No more excuses
Yeah, we gonna do this
The more the merry, we going up
Who′s gonna go with

Load it up and take it in
Blow it up, now let's begin
Keep the fire burnin′ and burnin' 'til we get in
Every moment, every verse and every line
When the music hit you, everything will be alright
So pass the Dutchie pon the left-hand side
Callie Roots is where we at tonight

′Cause there I go
Skankin′ to the sunrise
Leaving all the bad vibes slipping away
There I go
Guess we on the other side
Ready from our sad time, on my way

There I go
I'm leaving, gotta see me
Believe me, it′s easy, I got every reason to stay
There I go
Skankin' to the sunrise
Leaving all the bad vibes slipping away

So if you ain′t got plans in mind
Meet me at the Bowling Fire
And throw your hands up in the sky
We can let the good times roll

'Cause there I go
Skankin′ to the sunrise
Leaving all the bad vibes slipping away
There I go
Guess we on the other side
Ready from our sad time, on my way

There I go
I'm leaving, gotta see me
Believe me, it's easy, I got every reason to stay
There I go
Skankin′ to the sunrise
Leaving all the bad vibes slipping away (whoa)

It′s Common Kings, yeah (whoa)
Callie Roots, yeah (whoa)
Good vibes, yeah (whoa)
Ay, yo!
Whoa (whoa), whoa (whoa)
Whoa (whoa), whoa (whoa)