Lyrics:
party, we ain't sipping Bacardi
Kentucky mindset until we done
3AM we just leavin for some breakfast
Waffle House, iHop here we coooome
Born and raised in
o' mine
Got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head
Going higher and higher till I'm dead
Sister Sue is short and stout, she didn't grow up, she
Kentucky, where the bluegrass grow
Jim Beams stout, the beers ice cold
Blue jeans cut, real way low
Have mercy on the blind man and bless my soul
Summertime
got a fire in my belly, fire in my head
Gonna hi-di-hi 'til I'm dead
Sister Sue, short and stout
She didn't grow up, she grew out
Mama thinks she's
of mine
Got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head goin' higher and higher till I'm dead
Sister Sue is short and stout she didn't grow up she grew out
everyday but you could never be too used to them
I be abusin' them squeezin' fresh oranges
Breakfast in the mornin' get some strength and then it's
of mine
I got a fire in my belly
And a fire in my head
Goin' higher and higher
Until I'm dead
Sister Sue--she's short and stout
She didn't grow up;
of mine
I got a fire in my belly
And a fire in my head
Goin' higher and higher
Until I'm dead
Sister Sue, she's short and stout
She didn't grow up -
of mine
I got a fire in my belly
And a fire in my head
Goin' higher and higher
Until I'm dead
Sister sue, she's short and stout
She didn't grow up she
supporting!
Nice to meet you gorgeous!
(Hook)
I stay Kentucky tucky tucky friend
I eat smoke for breakfast,
Do you mind holding this letter L,
You tried
of mine
I got a fire in my belly
And a fire in my head
Goin' higher and higher
Until I'm dead
Sister Sue, she's short and stout
She didn't grow up,
Never had a glass of purple juice for breakfast
Until I took my ass to Houston, Texas, that's country!
[Chorus]
The whole damn world is country
Been
Never had a glass of purple juice for breakfast
Until I took my ass to Houston, Texas, that's country!
[Chorus]
The whole damn world is country
Been
to whiskey, that sweet sweet bourbon county pride
When I die, don't wanna go to heaven
Take me to that great Kentucky in the sky
With a rumblin' in my head
Kisses, Guinness Stout
Stress reliever soak your feet, air them out
Brain message, think about pink
Stress relieving, no dishes in the sink
Upper lower,
A guitar in my trunk
Breakfast at my old man's diner
Some creamed coffee and pancakes
Then I'll ride to the cliffside
Smooth Kentucky malt my way
From
Thunders to match my pajamas so I wear my sneakers to breakfast
Because Kyrie Irving collab’d with the cereals I can have kicks with my breakfast
I’m
a goalie (goalie)
I fuck with you, but girl you do the most
Valentino overdose
Shawty made me breakfast, she put cheese in the scramble
Me and Camp go
living out a hotel at the time
Breakfast, lunch and dinner chicken from Kentucky Fried
Mama babysitting Section 8 vouchers the move
When nothing else
on your face
When you sing those travelin' songs
So we headed for Kentucky
With a suitcase full of dreams
My rough-out books, a few T-shirts
A worn out
dine
I know someday there'll be a time
When I put an H before the I
Love the wine
Now Irish cream can make me scream
And a very good stout makes me
Love the wine
Verse
Now Irish cream can make me scream
and a very fine stout makes me shout
Canadian whiskey is kind of risky
But you'll never get
waves sink, the flame finally
extinguished.After I'm not sure how many pints of Guinness Stout,
Stumbling from the bridge, finally finding myself back
sirens and lighter flickers
I made a mill' right after breakfast, that's a power lunch
I fuck your bitch for 'bout a hour, that's a power fuck
I fuck
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