Lyrics:
even spring for some of that blue shit for the toilet
bowl, alright?
i mean that's my idea of a good time
so how about it?
you wanna?
The guy backs up
I got a thick bitch I know how to dress her
I ran my money up then I stuffed my bezel
A lot of thick bitches coming by the zeroes
And I didn't show
Find yourself on a lonesome road
Ease your mind surrounded by the cold
Will you ever turn the way back home
The route is planned by your inner voice
It’s 4 o’clock she don’t wanna go home
Who you with she don’t wanna go home
I’m dancing on the moon
I’m dancing on em
Dancing on em
Oh yeah ah
I’m
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
You say you got a man that's back at home
I'm just tryna get you all alone
He don't have to know what's going on
I'm just tryna get you all
Well I'm goin' to rehab, goin' to rehab
Gonna rehabilitate myself by drinkin' a bottle
'Til I can't see at all my problems
Fiending for a copacetic
This big white redneck's got the blues
From this cowboy hat to these worn out boots
A woman done lit my fuse
And this bar ain't got the booze
strings too few for the eclectic design view
Use paint to measure if foundational cracks grew
Baby blue is cool by my preference is mango
More like orange
Chorus:
Backyard Pain
Front yard beef
Just came home with a fresh black eye my G
Seeing these fights all week
Buddy got jumped in the locker room
He
very long
And I'll be home dear
And I know that you've been crying at night
But you don't have to be lonesome 'cause
I'm gonna make it right
Make it
Cause that´s how a country girl gets the blues
Now my mama said there would be guys like you, and here you are
Your lifetime dreams have all come true
Both fucked the same bitch, just not the same night
You just took her phone number
I just took her home with a-
'Nother bitch, menage
Boomerang,
i thought before
Backdo watch yo close homie
Run up innit hit the back tho gotta stay silent
Ian paying off no back loan like a home owner
Send my
the bar
One two three
I didn't think I could make it to my car
One two three
Guy shot me in my fucking leg
One two three
I crawled to my car and made it
my ride
Eight more hours I'll be shiftin' gears
look over my shoulder
Guy, won't you lend me your ears?
It's been so long since I've seen my home
without warning
Told me in a text without even calling
I never knew how I was hurting you
That blue bilet deux signed and sealed by you
I just can't ignore
I've been here a month or more stuck in this ol' city
Folks that have to call this home, they the ones I pity Lord I'm homesick
and blues are
they
Still know
Less?
Dad he used to listen to them
Lonesome country blues
And his dad used to listen to them too, ooo ooo ooo
What goes around
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
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