Lyrics:
ill
Playa haters be givin me harsh looks
But I'm tryin to sell
Records like Garth Brooks so eff 'em all
When it's cold I throw the skelly on
Illegal
sweet tea
Fight song on a Friday
Bug zapper buzzin' in the driveway
It's the sound of Hymn 112
Stories my Grandpa tells
Garth Brooks on a CD
basket. And
finally Oliver St John-Mollusc (G.C.), Harrow and the Guards, thought
by many to be this year's outstanding twit. Now they're moving up
you smell it comin'
I drive a big old truck
Jacked all the way up
With a pair of big nuts
Swingin' from the backside
Burnin' your back dry cigarillo
Alright now
Well feels good don't it
Let's turn it up for them
Louie Lee
Two Thirty and I'm up drinking that same bottle
We were holding on for
She was aware of her insecurities
As she took the stage
But she was convinced if she got up there
That she'd be discovered some day
So she belted it
They say it happens daily
Drives her folks crazy blaring Garth Brooks on repeat out the gate
Knows the words to every song
She's always gonna sing
When it feels like the sky is falling
And the world is crumbling down
Listen deep inside your body for that
Boom clap clap boom clap clap boom
and a pistol by his side, uh-huh.
Well he rode right up to Miss Mousey's door, uh-huh
He rode right up to Miss Mousey's door, uh-huh
He rode right up
and a pistol by his side, uh-huh
Well he rode up to Miss Mousey's door, uh-huh
He rode up to Miss Mousey's door, uh-huh
He rode up to Miss Mousey's door
the underground DATs
Rappers, step up or only end up in the stats
Nine years it took, nine
Years of hitting books, now I’m
King of the crooks
Making money like I’m
a new place, a pillow top sofa
It'll fit both of us in all our Kama Sutra
You got me rock hard, looking at me like Medusa
Up before the rooster, slide
I checked the CD shelf
Alone in a thrift store
Reading Garth Brooks
Boygroups and more
I wanted to give up
When I found the albums
With their cases
When it feels like the sky is falling
And the world is crumbling down
Listen deep inside your body for that
Boom clap clap boom clap clap boom
tried to hold em' but he drop em' like the crane game
Drop some codeine on my white Tee, it left a pink stain
Turn it up, I go in and run it up,
fifteen
(Aaaa...)
(Aaaa...)
Love is a burnin' thing
And it makes a fiery ring
Bound by wild desire,
I fell into your ring of fire
I fell into that
feelin' that as weakest
God, bless me Lord, Jesus, fuck it
Ain't no turnin' up, I'm turnin' down
CNN reportin' about the Rona goin' round, I'm stressed
All
and when these people
Hear my music you should see their damn face
Yeah, because I'm tearin' up the place and
I'm not on the paper chase
It's my hobby, so
a Lonestar
Gonna take it far
Gonna do it on her own on this lonely road
Start it up
Burnin' up the ground
Wheels spinnin' fast
Reviving engine tearin' up
on the bank
Were nodding and glancing at her
And the whole sky seemed
Sunk beneath the brook
And wanted to draw me down
Into its depths
And over the clouds
hitters, gotta share with the pups
Seeing hella jealousy, I swear it's tearin' me up
Brothers tell me that they love me, but that's barely enough (woo)
favorite dogs 'cause we shuts it down
It's the Hosier state and we slingin' mud
Only difference is all lockin' up
It's playtime and we havin' fun
goin' under
Baby, who turned the temperature hotter?
'Cause I'm burnin' up, burnin' up
For you baby
Come on girl
I fell (I fell)
So fast (so fast)
Cant
and tearin' up Friday nights
Love the way you're wearin' those jeans so tight (so tight)
I bet your kiss is a soul saver,
My favorite flavor, want it now
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