Founds total 12 songs
Here We Go Again
Well I've seen you once or twice. And I think you're rather nice. Tell me what is your name. And will you come again. How far can you spit. Is your voice like grit.
Here We Go Again
yeah (uh). the rulership (word). anarchy niggas (yeah yeah). spliff starr (spliff starr). bus-a-bus (bus-a-bus). roc marci (roc marci). rah digga (rah digga).
Maybe She'll Get Lonely
She slammed the screen door. Kicked up the dust pullin' out of here. Probably headed for Baton Rouge. Her taillights just disappeared. I tried everything within my power to get her to stay.
Like There's No Tomorrow
I worked hard all week but now you're here with me. Starin' up at a summer sky. A blanket in the truck bed just gives me the go ahead. 'Cause we've got plenty of time.
Big Ass Headache
I feel like I've been rode hard and hung up wet. Swallowed by a mule and crapped off a cliff. I drank enough whiskey to fill up a lake. Woke up this morning with a big ass headache.
Sweet Sun Angel
Blue eyes cuttin' through the summer day. Every ray of light seems to come from her face. From the tip of her toes to the top of her head. She's a hundred percent a American Girl.
Write My Number On Your Hand
She climbed up an oak tree and double backflipped,. River dress bikini sittin' pretty on her hips,. So we shared a coca cola sittin on a log,. And I was wantin to kiss her like an old bull frog,.
Paradise
She said her name was (paradise). Thats what she said to me. She said (paradise). Thats what she said it would be. Cuz she, the finest women that ive ever did see.
Innocence
It's the first time that I've been here. Since I was here with him.. I remember all the wildflowers,. Waving in the wind.. Life was an undiscovered river, and I was jumping in headfirst..
How 'bout You Don't
All of this screamin'. Ain't gettin' us nowhere tonight. You're dead set on leavin'. Both of us tired of the same old fight. Your drawers are empty, your closet too.
Wildflower
I was born off an old dirt road. 40 acre farm, no highway, no interstate. And I drive an old rusted out Chevrolet. The boys all rubberneck while they're out makin' hay.
Here We Go Again
Stop thinkin' people's on your jock. Tryna act like you got money but you at the bus stop. Oh please stop doin' what you do. 'Cause ain't nobody lookin' at you.
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