The Best of Both Worlds - Hannah Montana

Oh, yeah C'mon on! You get the limo out front (oh-woah) Hottest styles, every shoe, every color Yeah, when you're famous it can be kinda fun It's really you, but no one ever discovers In some ways, you're just like all your friends But on stage, you're a star You get the best of both worlds Chill it out, take it slow Then you rock out the show You get the best of both worlds Mix it all together, and you know that it's the best of both worlds The best of both worlds, yeah You go to movie premiers (Is that Orlando Bloom?) Hear your songs on the radio Living two lives is a little weird, yeah But school's cool, 'cause nobody knows Yeah, you get to be a small town girl But big time when you play your guitar You get the best of both worlds Chill it out, take it slow Then you rock out the show You get the best of both worlds Mix it all together, and you know that it's the best of both You know the best of both worlds Pictures and autographs You get your face in all the magazines The best part is that you get to be whoever you wanna be (Best! Best!) Yeah, the best of both! (Best! Best!) You got the best of both! (Best! Best!) C'mon, best of both! Who would've thought that a girl like me would double as a superstar? You get the best of both worlds Chill it out, take it slow Then you rock out the show You get the best of both worlds Mix it all together, and you know that it's the best You get the best of both worlds Without the shades and the hair you can go anywhere You get the best of both girls Mix it all together, oh yeah It's so much better, 'cause you know you got the best of both worlds

I face the worst of both worlds in every place that I turn It's hard enough to find balance between When each side's destroying a part of me I need a way Need a way to snap this curse Cause I can't keep up Can't keep up when I'm in reverse I face the worst of both worlds in every place that I turn It's hard enough to find balance between When each side's destroying a part of me I fought to find a way To rid myself of the shame I never found a way To carry the blame I have been cursed I face the worst of both worlds in every place I turn Now all I need for me is a way to break this curse Worst of both worlds

I was runnin' thru the summer rain, Waiting for the evenin' train To kill that old familiar pain Weavin' thru my tangled brain When I tipped my bottle back and Smacked into a cop I didn't see That policeman said "Mister Cool, If you ain't drunk, then you're a fool" I said "If that's against the law, Then tell me why I never saw No man locked in this jail of yours Who wasn't just as low down poor as me?" And that was when someone turned out the lights Yes and I wound up in jail to spend the night And dream of all the wine and lonely girls In this best of all possible worlds Next mornin' I woke up feelin' like my head was really gone And like my thick old tongue was lickin' something sick and wrong I said "I'd sell my soul for something about as wet and cold as this old cell" That kindly jailer looked at me, all eaten up with sympathy Then poured himself another beer and came and whispered in my ear "If booze was just a dime a bottle boy, you couldn't even buy the smell" I said "I knew there was something I liked about this town" Oh but it takes more than that to bring me down 'Cause there's still a lot of wine and lonely girls In this best of all possible worlds Well they finally came and told me they was a gonna set me free And I'd be leavin' town if I knew what was good for me I said "It's nice to learn that everybody's so concerned about my health" But I won't be leavin' no more quicker than I can 'Cause I've enjoyed about as much of this as I can stand And I don't need this town of yours no more than I never needed nothin' else" 'Cause there's still a lot of drinks that I ain't drunk Yes and lots of pretty thoughts that I ain't thunk Oh yes there's still a lot of wine and lonely girls In this best of all possible worlds In this best of all possible worlds In this best of all possible worlds

Yeah Oh, yeah Everything, everything, everything gon' be alright, God Oh, yeah (Coke Boy, baby) Haan, yeah Graduated, but I'm aggravated From the half that made it, we was drinkin', faded Me and life and death is half-related (Half-related) Masturbatin' on a scale for a Hundred million, askin' God how we made it Watchin' John David Robinson, now my dawg robbin' son, half a David Freedom got confiscated We mob-related John Gotti, RICO, life like a free throw Yeah, school of gladiators Makin' Salaat on a fox rug, black gloves, hot slugs For these cold women Militant like the Middle East Go from ménages, six-nines to 6iine conspiracies Triple threat, trinity Triangle office, label execs get all the profit They hit your brain, mop it clean What type of fiends? Put the needle in your ass, keep they table green Multi-millionaire, strapped like O-Dog Can't teach new tricks to old dogs I told mama pray for me, baby, wave it for me Got a cage waitin' for me, that hate came for me Millions, I made from it, them chains waitin' for me The change I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, haan New year, half a mil', my face on the bill (Bill), hit Cabo, chill Desperado with an AR like guitar ('Tar), Montana John Stockton (Stockton) If there's a movie out, play the Al Pacino part (Ah) Mama raise a star, and you been a mark Not even Cuban, smokin' Cuban cigars in Cuba (Hey) Lost Chinx, lost Max, lost Penthouse Drinkin', smokin', feel empty in this penthouse (Ah) Mansion's like a campus Ranches like rainbow smoke Forty-one shots like Diego Shout to Abel, I turn the weekends to the weekdays PJs to the PJs, the week like four nights and three days (Four nights) Yes, I Big like the kid from Bed-Stuy, just stop Stylist, I be dressin', the bitches, don't be stressin' Money with the best of them, C.R.E.A.M. like Meth and them I made it even in the game of odd Everybody kickin' game, tell the bitch the truth, she think you God Tell mama to pray for me, feds got a name for me, cell waitin' for me Mils I made from it, them chains waitin' for me Change I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, haan La música de Harry Fraud It's nothing to take me higher

Do you ever think about leaving? Do you ever think about me and you? Running to the country where we got nothing to prove Where we can grow old with new friends Lay low on the weekends Running to the country where we got nothing to lose 'Cause I'm tired of the busy nights Fed up with the city lights No, I don't wanna spend my life in this place I just wanna run away to Montana Livin' at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I wanna see the sky from a dirt road I wanna feel the air cut through my coat 700 acres, so many new ways to see you And all the seeds of love that we sow I can see 'em grow as we grow I just wanna run away to Montana Living at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya (In Montana) Getting tired of the busy nights Getting tired of the city lights Yeah, I know I can't spend the rest of my life here I just wanna run away to Montana Living at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana Ooh In Montana Ooh (In Montana)