Oh, we can own the night,. don't worry 'bout a thing. don't worry 'bout a thing. don't worry. . oh we can own the night. don't worry 'bout a thing. don't worry 'bout a thing.
Bone, Bone, Bone. Wasteland soldiers. These are the days of our lives (of our lives, of our lives). . I've been strugglin', hustlin', thuggin' it forever.