Lyrics:
She had me at hello like its nice to meet a fellow
Hip hop junky wanna get to know you well
So well in fact we could drown inside of that
Wishing
I got an old lady with a blue van, she does the best I think she can
'Cause every time I hit the road, she gets me to every gospel show
She's ain't
a trip to London just to go to the mall
You heard I took a couple backstreets just to get to the block
I think I should let you know
I got a thing for
back of the truck bends
'Cause Laura Bell you hell on the heart
Good Lord you're gonna tear this country boy apart
I'm gonna do my two step, do my,
my heart was set on you
Let’s Get Serious let’s talk it over
we’re such good friends but baby
we could be lovers
you’ve been playing on my mind
and I
between you and me baby
Is I get fucked up
When I'm alone
And I must admit
Today my inner pessimist
Seems to have got the best of me
We start out
Pretty town come save me, she said I've got you in my hands
cin't but another cowboy tune playing now I understand
That I know you're gone
I know
the long road
So you can smile again
Feel good inside again
Maybe even laugh again
Hey yeah yeah, you've got to travel
Just let your heart carry you
the long road
So you can smile again
Feel good inside again
Maybe even laugh again
Hey yeah yeah, you've got to travel
Just let your heart carry you
heart, oh don't do it baby
Don't break my heart
My biggest mistake was lovin' you too much
And lettin' you know
'Cause now you've got me where you
but I gotta keep going
You had a good heart, my bad, I had to lead you on
I wasn't thinking right, just trying to get my life in order
I left you, you
I let you get to me once now baby
But I'll never let you in again
You've got to cover it up
You've got to play yo own game
You've got to cover it
afflictions have been eclipsed by glory
It wasn't the adversary
Your afflictions have been eclipsed by glory
Even the bad is working for your good
Even what you
The second time around, you know it really got me down.
Sister don't you judge it, just keep it to yourself now.
And if you ain't got nothing good
can safely put your heart in my hands
That's the kind of lover I am
I'll hold you, console you, really get to know you
I'll hold you, console you,
the thing
That's what's hard
To be the kind of Bard
That would like to sing the nice thing
I'd prefer to sing the nice thing
Yes I would
That'd be good
Yes I
before an earthquake
And then the pain will make your heart break
Tears you cry won't be the kind that are fake
Years go by and it gets harder to take
It
stand the man in the mirror I see
I ain't as good as I'm gonna get
But I'm better than I used to be
I've pinned a lot of demons to the ground
Got
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
Oh, I'm havin' a heart attack, hold on for a second
Well, you've been a real good little girl baby
And Santa Claus is back in town, whoa
Come on,
At this point this rap is an addiction
This gift right here's acidic man I'm killin' what you've given to the game
And good riddance to your
have I learned?
Surrounded by nothing but snakes and worms
What have I learned?
It don't matter when nobody take it, they is a concern
See the good in
holds this family together
Isaura you were that baby girl that's wrapped around your daddy's finger
Got a smile that melts my heart your laugh a song
heart, oh don't do it baby
Don't break my heart
My biggest mistake was lovin' you too much
And lettin' you know
'Cause now you've got me where you
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