Lyrics:
Mrs. Callahan, is Paul Michael home
I can see the light on in his room
Mrs. Callahan, is he all alone
You say he needs to change his attitude
men
Who was lead by mighty Finn Callahan
Here we are
To bleed and die
To give our hearts
To let our souls fly
Now or never
We already gathered
Strike
bitches sandwich you
Randy Callahan busted off in
Your hand with you
What you got in your bag full of tricks?
Probably lube and a bag full of dicks
Could
Stole this beat of of K3ll again (ow shit)
Now I'm about to go ham again (let's go)
Pull a camera on a a motherfucker, call him Andrew Callahan
was oceans out of touch mhm
Now I'm drowning in the love
This was Callahan yeah
This was B and C, but B see nah won't ever land yeah
Coaching off
[Incomprehensible] town
Wanted man by the Boller Sisters
Wanted man by Kid Callahan
Hey darlin' don't you tell me you don't want me
'Cause I'm a wanted man
memory
Well where did they find you? Around the corner from Applebee
Over there by Costco, right there off the freeway
Admiral Callahan Lane, yeah!
Saint Patrick was a gentleman, he came from decent people,
In Dublin town he built a church and on it put a steeple
His father was a Callahan, his
Nellie Johnson, wanted man in this next town
Wanted man by the Boller Sisters
Wanted man by Kid Callahan
Hey Darlin' don't you tell me you don't want
Nellie Johnson, wanted man in this next town
Wanted man by the Boller Sisters
Wanted man by Kid Callahan
Hey Darlin' don't you tell me you don't want
a handsome man'
Remarks Widow Callahan
Uncle Joe and Uncle Jake
Haven't spoken since '98
Just said, 'Hello'
It's a good day to let it go
So let
heartbeat's electrical?
We feign sickness with our modern joy.
But even Western medicine,
It couldn't save Danny Callahan.
Bad bone marrow, a bald little
suit is a handsome man
Remarks widow Callahan
Uncle Joe and Uncle Jake
Haven't spoken since '88
Just said Hello
It's a good day to let it go
So
NEW Lyrics
Writers: Bailey Callahan
V1
Last July was a turning point
I didn't think i'd make it out of there
I was battered and bruised a time
Grandaddy Proud
Bailey Callahan, Johnny Clawson, Kyle Sturrock
V1
I was sitting in his Toyota when I learned to pop the clutch
He taught us how
Together Again
Bailey Callahan, Jared Anderson, Davis Branch
V1
I'm standing by the front door
Watching you leave
I never thought that would happen
Higher
Bailey Callahan, Johnny Clawson, Kyle Sturrock
V1
It's no surprise
That everybody else has gone home
And we're still outside
Talking
As the sun went down
On this fly-paper town
That sweet girl went into labour
In the old haunted mill
Up on Calvary Hill
Meg Callahan gave birth
z kałacha łaku marsz na katafalk
Chcesz OneShot'a? Nagram Ci z Magnuma jak Harry Callahan
Mam zapas skillu przy nich jak Yamaha na Rajd Dakard
Nie da
Home Made
Bailey Callahan, Jared Anderson, Ryan Robinette
V1
Backwoods bonfires, howling at the moon
4th of July laying on a rusty pontoon
Sweet Tea
Bailey Callahan, Justin Dukes, JC Anderson
V1
Don't be a fool
About my innocent smile
Behind these eyes
Is a-little wild child
You could
CITY LIGHTS
BAILEY CALLAHAN
V1
10pm and hand me my coat
Your body's warm but New York's still cold
The world is shining in a winter haze
Saint Patrick was a gentleman, he came from decent people,
In Dublin town he built a church and on it put a steeple
His father was a Callahan, his
Bitter
writers Bailey Callahan, Jared Anderson, Davis Branch
Verse:
Too bitter for my taste
Afterburn i gotta chase
Shoot me straight, i don't
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