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Never Die Young

17 Folk Artists of New England

Sounds of New England, Vol. 1

I'm not a winner
I am just brilliantly bitter
I'm sealed by my skin
But broken inside

Angels are fragile
And devils are hot
And life is

been a felony

Momma I am so sorry

This is the first time

You will hear of this life

I know I'm gonna break your heart

Baby boy had no choice

I was

I'm Country

Craig Morgan

My Kind of Livin'

2005

There's a four-wheel drive parked in my driveway
I'm a proud and active member of the NRA

Hey, I'm country
I was born and raised in it
I'm country
That's

wonder if I'm not supposed to be here
But God gave me extra days like a leap year
And I'm appreciative I really am, my head spinnin like a ceiling fan
Now

Can’t cover up the stains
Of decisions that I made
When life was pressing me
I once had hope in the days that passed me by
Now it don’t make sense to try

I surrender to all wonder
I don't need to move in thunder
I trust the voice that calls under
In my head it's all adventure
Years passed by me
Way too

I quit replying
I think I'll quit trying
To pretend I'm buying
All the lies that are keeping me your whore

I'm living in limbo
I wonder where I will

how little we control 

Be here by my side
I get so scared to put it on the line
Be here with me now
I get so lost trying to figure it all out
But I'm

was nothing in the mirror
I'm still haunting myself
Wishing you were here

cnd I'm so sorry
For everything I couldn't be for you
cnd I'm so sorry
I

tears shame that i know that you fears days yea they turn into years seeing the ending is hear yea 
Bridge:
      So tell me know that you know what i'm

my addiction
And I ain't scared to admit it
Wouldn't even care if they with me
Baby I'm addicted to hustling
I keep on having these visions
Me sitting

Piñata

G-Wiz

Piñata

2014

I'm getting lethal with these nice lines
Creeping through your speakers
Catch you sleeping like a thief of in the nighttime
Young Doms, none of you

fine
I don't really like nobody antisocial in its prime
When I'm dead and gone
I hope you happy for me 'cause I'm heading home
I feel like I was meant

Turn right, to head up north and take a couple hours drive
I’m sorry that i missed your birthday party friday night
I was busy making sense of who i

Back in here with you
The world seems so much better
Many years have passed
But we're together

You've listened to my life
But now I wonder what

'Cause I rip the mic the way I rip the panties from your ankles
I've been giggity since I was old enough to take a piss by myself, shit
Every time I got

on the smoker’s deck
I can pretend that I’m not scared of my mum or black lungs
Watch me come undone

It’s been a whole year
And I’m still writing 'bout you
It’s

Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, niggas scared of that
Got a new motto this year, "Don't fuck with my ones"
Knock on your door, three in the mornin'
"It's just us

of our life
That was forty years ago
I still carry the shame
So much time has now gone by
I can't remember her name
Many times I've tried to find her
But

I was born here
For seventeen years
It wasn't home
It wasn't hell
A little quiet
Too scared to try it
I didn't fit in well

I made my mother proud

know-ow-ow
I hurt you bad
But baby I swear I'm a different man
That man in the past was real, real, bad
But he always knew that, he, he, he
He knew that you

up to him
He knew everything about everything
Now I wonder if he was just as scared as I am
Always thought I'd have it all together
Turning 24 and lost

The back of my hand
My shoulder pushed against
The back of the van
I said I'm sorry officer
This shit won't happen again
Then I return return to the present

enough of me
I'm sorry, I need to rest

Wasting time away
Some things never change at all
Keep the flames at bay
In a year I'll probably be the same