Lyrics:
ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Kid think your number won't quit
Number one song, get your number one
and drove away
To THE CAN
Where Neil Young slipped another disc
FROZE-ing by the PIES!
FROZE-ing by the PIES!
FROZE-ing by the PIES!
(And that was
couldn't take much more
Oh drink up baby come on!
Not really sure where you are
You gotta find another cheap beer bar
You're looking for a young boy
Well
(?)
Man I don't just wear a hat (?)
Cause it's positively Bodies parking lot
I'm going back there, I can't stop
Got a bottle of beer out
man
Heard me
Yo up in the game on four in the morning
And it's storming and we blitzed
Just rocked another wig yeah we on it
God had blood on his
shakes his head
Everyone laughs)
By the way
I don’t know the days of the week i
Just go to exactly when my appointment is
We’d just look at each other
rocks out to AC/DC
Sings into the bottle just like me
We scream out those songs they sung
And he dances just like Angus Young
Drunkey Monkey Dancey
you hold my hand?
While I find myself
At the bottom of another
Beer can
I feel really weird, man
I get that we can't be together
You're sunshine
I'm
another beer
Can't stop stop me once my guitars strung
Singing at the top of our lungs
Ain't playing nothing but old jugband songs
Got the royal street
I'm a country man, and you're a country girl
Booze by the lake hard moonshine too
Country girls in trucks the whole day through
Booze by the lake
I'm a country man, and you're a country girl
Booze by the lake hard moonshine too
Country girls in trucks the whole day through
Booze by the lake
started this morning
This is just another drinking song helps me get right helps me move along
Dark and light heaven and hell
Sometimes I don't think too
I know what you're thinking
Here comes another pick up line you'll shoot down
Another hey what ya drinking
From another cashmere craft beer clown
feeling two feet small
Guess I should've just listened to my mom and got a job at the fucking mall
Welcome my man to the Mormon land
The beer here sucks but
know you're mad at me but I ain't mad at you cause your my number one I love you all
As one
Now the time changed another life has been created
Going
dull, we replace you
This one no be magazine
Ah No face o
I Finna put my city on
I’m still young
I can rap
And i can sing songs
I’m coming from the croc
$hort baby, I don't play that jack
One young tender lost all hope
Slapped her in the face with my dunkey rope
Another young sucker tried to front my
the bed
I don't know what you're thinking now
I just hope you're feelin how, much love I have for you
Whoa whoa whoa
Your Spanish eyes are deep,
Don't need another girl
I don't need you (x3)
I don't need you, no
Well it was 15 beers ago
I have just found you to go
So don't look back
Just
and a sweet country Breeze
It doesn't matter where you're from
Raise a glass to where we all belong
This is not just a
This is not just another country song
It
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being
from (This is the first tape right here)
You're either going to or you're coming from
Another type of sick (Another type of sick)
Another type of sick,
look at anybody’s
You’re just holding yourself back against the wall, buddy
Give thanks and appreciation for what you have
Get along with the fact that
the models
Soon to be Hotels, we gon' leave by tomorrow
And I know I been drinking way too damn much
But shawty it's the only the thing that shows me love
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