Woah C'mon!

You're thinking that's the price you pay,
For waking up a little late.
I got a chance and danced away.

I'm sick of trying to find a way. (Right now)
And running out of words to say. (Right now)
I got twenty years to pass away. (Right now)

I know my son, let me carry you. (What I say?)
I know my son, let me carry you. (What I say?)

You're thinking that's the price you pay.
You took it back another way.
I complicate it back to me.
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/l/letter+kills/carry+you_20176740.html ]
I'm sick and tired of things I say. (Right now)
I'm sick and tired of all this weight. (Right now)
I need the pressure pressed away. (Right now)

I know my son, let me carry you. (What I say?)
I know my son, let me carry you. (What I say?)

Oh Yeah!

I know my son, let me carry you. (What I say?)
I know my son, let me carry you. (What I say?)

(Alright! )

I know you'd like to pass it all.
Well here's a chance to pout.
(Alright! )
(Right you will! )
(Woo! )
Thinking that's the price you pay.