Lyrics:
how to blow a little smoke and a blow a little money
(blow a little smoke and a blow a little money)
Still got a buckle that'll hold a shine
Might
the ground
Broken cutters, broken saws
Broken buckles, broken law
Broken bodies, broken bones
Broken voices on broken phones
Take a deep breath, feel
standing around laughin'
Like nothing ever happened
Baby we were just a rodeo
Shining up our buckles for the show
Our knuckles white, we held on tight
Wax is dripping from the frosting of the cake.
Come on girl buckle up, and don't hesitate.
Take a deep breath, and blow 'em all away.
We sang
1017 on my buckle
Bought that shit in France
Spent 17,000 thousand
On the diamonds
On my hand
1017 on my buckle
Bought that shit in France
Fuck
my target's you
Nothing that you couldn't see
Hear me now as I shed the blue
Even though I'll never be free
Let me get my shit up
Let me buckle my
Buckle up hope you're ready
Fast-lane keep it steady steady steady
Buckle up hope you're ready
Fast-lane keep it steady steady
Know you heard a lot
Well it's all aboard the funny train
Won't you buckle up and don't you refrain
Tell a joke, bum a smoke, and raise a little cain
It's all aboard
for real
Millionaire belt buckle to remind you I'm the deal
Said cut up, cut up, cut up, like I just came from the field
Hand me the rock, cause this
Rodeo Girl, Rodeo Girl
Got that look on, Buckles and pearls
When I'm out tonight
I hope she'll notice me
Rodeo Girl, this old cowboy's dream
cultures through music. This is no ordinary album. This is an experience. Buckle up and prepare for lift off. Jetlag begins now.
SHIKO
You're listening to midnight
buckle up tight
It's gonna be a long ride
Fundamentally
I am never ever ever coming back
I am allowed to express
a car
And get one real nice
And scream
Buckle up bitch!
Red eyes glow in the dark
I'm a devil tonight
Claws, fangs, helpless cries
This man's ready
You're the kind of girl that makes me drive all night
I'll buckle you up and settle you down
I was free living, saddled with luck
George Straight
Yeah aye
Ride through the night
Hop up on a plane
And I Take a couple flights
Hit the main stage
Buckle up hold on tight
We bout to take flight
Yeah I got the boots above
Was dancing high to get a big
I got a big belt buckle trying to rope a cow
For me the ring of fire is this cool as Johnny
again
You could never have that smoke with me
Nality
I got personality
This is just a warmup, you could never beat the odds as me
Come and buckle up
It's
be seeing his and hers buckles boots and spurs
but that's a feeling you'll get over over night.
Chorus
Cause what you gonna do with a cowboy when that
buckle, yesterday's dreams
The transport caf' prophet of doom
Ringing no change in his double sewn seams
In his post-war babe gloom
Now he's too old
flying
Are you ready for a joyride?
You better... buckle up
One, two, buckle my shoe
Three, four, shut the door
Five, six, pick up sticks
Seven, eight, go to bed late
Nine, ten, do it again
One, two, buckle my
Trying to conquer my Godzilla conscious
Kamikaze
Chasing commas left a nigga exhausted
Buckle up
You in the presence of a fuck up
Fucked up
If I make it
Crop top and fur coat
Crocs in sports mode
Feathered sombrero
Buckle and bolo
Mr. Smooth
Ugh
Vibin' in Costco
Pickin' up chicks tho
Said
You like
C-Dog Hero... (Shit) not number zero
Man... Just roll up this motherfucking zaaaaa
One, two, bitch buckle my shoe
Three, four, shut the trap door
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