Lyrics:
Searching for something more
Endless are the window patrols
Time wags its accusing finger
Time will cut you
Without distinction
In the eleventh hour
Cranked
If you wanna war bring the daggers out
Spit bare flames like a dragons mouth
You can hide inside while the tavern melts
I'll be cranked wit
'Til I hit rock bottom, and I cranked it up
I hit that water back with a monster stack
And a kick, kick, kick drum kicking my butt
Got a Cali chick,
cranked up
so damn high up
明快、完璧な恋なんて
you'll never learn things
ただ、馬鹿馬鹿しい恋愛ゲームにも
飽きた
you've learned something
put your hands up...
put your hands up...
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah…Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah…Wait
Two 12s Cranked Up
When I’m ridin’ round your town
When they see me say what’s good
Everybody know
Once we jumped off the boat and into the jungle
We cranked up the volume and marched to our own drummer
Many nasty things could await me
Noise
the switch on my dumaflache
Played my piano like Liberace
I let down my guard and my heart was good as gone
So long
Yeah, you cranked my tractor, you
was the best
R. I. P.
We miss him to this day
We cranked the amps
And pounded the drums
Hit the road
And lived like bums
We didn't care that we had no
recognize anyone there
That used to be us, we used to be cool
With the music cranked up, hanging out after school
That used to be Jill, that used to be
I keep it cranked up
In the honky tonk zone
From the old school to the new boys
Turn that bar stool, longneck noise
All the way up, lock it
(everybody raise up them cups)
On a riverbank (yeah)
Got the 'Bama cranked (yeah)
Makes you wanna drink, don't it
Now when the dogwoods bloom
'bout a guitar cranked up
Head banging to the beat of the bass drum
Still something 'bout a sold-out show
In the second row with your girl on your
The chain in the water so drippy it sank
Don’t come at me you know I'm boutta get cranked
We grinding so hard yeah we pulled in those bands
From Gucci
playing in the sunlight dancing in the moonlight
Party from dusk till dawn
It's a little bit of heaven cranked up to eleven
Better than a country song
Don't
I cranked up the rover
No kizzy it feel like october
No fitted they cap like a bolder
I did it so fuck yo promoter
Finally i got me a buzz they could
number seven (seven, seven)
Cranked up to eleven set the mood just right
I was holding her tight
She had her hands in the air
She was fallin' in love
the hell,
You never could tell, it might be like heaven.
The Devil y'all has got an old Les Paul,
His amps are all cranked up to eleven.
Everybody say
kissin' that homecomin' queen
Back in the day we were small town stars,
Snuck a little beer, cranked a lotta Garth
Down on the farm, out on the lake,
summertime sexy
Can make a party last all night long
We got the drink drink, we got the trcuks cranked
We got the bass down low (whoa)
Girls got there
there really ain’t no better place for me
Then where the tunes are cranked and there’s some good company
So we’re Southbound and we ain’t turnin' back now
Yeah, we drank on it
Cranked some Hank on it
Got a little crazy, raised a little hell on it
Yeah, learned to pray, learned to cuss
Throw a party,
and get the hook up at Durant Square
Yeah baby I do anything for ya
Want you phone cranked on, I can get it cranked on to my name
Matter of fact I get
HUB CAPS, SECOND HAND, HAND ME DOWN FORD
TIL IT’S YOURS
YEA UNTIL IT’S YOURS
TIL IT’S YOURS, IT’S A SONG ON THE RADIO THAT YOU NEVER CRANKED UP BEFORE
Im the batter up and I'm cranked up
Ranked up
Getting my bank up, Franks up
Never gone change up
I know the pitch
Girl when I hit it, you know I don't
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