Lyrics:
began looking for a way to spend that will again
I heard a song a couple months ago, was Carrie Underwood on the radio
Reminded me of a poem my
bound for London
Journalist:
London !
Carie !
I had'nt dreamed there could be danger to Carrie
and her father so many miles away
I must go to London
misunderstood
The pressure I carry (Carrie) like Ms. Underwood
American idol so worship the fact that I survived
If I fail at anything it won't be a failure
wrong for me, farewell
Oh well, goodbye, don't cry
Oh, so long self
Stop right there because I know what you're thinking, but no, we can't be friends
wrong for me, farewell
Oh well, goodbye, don't cry
Oh, so long self
Stop right there because I know what you're thinking, but no, we can't be friends
movie. he rented the studio, had all th
Heesy sets built...it's so moche!. he's telling everybody, right now, right over there to...(text obscured by
movie. he rented the studio, had all th
Heesy sets built...it's so moche!. he's telling everybody, right now, right over there to...(text obscured by
Instead I strengthened every brain cell
That makes me absurd
Excuse me
Plus I think I'm misunderstood
I rap but I'm from a place more country than Carrie
'Cause I'm so turned on I can barely steer
Carrie Underwood
Jesus take the wheel from me
This a real dime piece so won't you please
Just pull this car over
'Cause I'm so turned on I can barely steer
Carrie Underwood
Jesus take the wheel from me
This a real dime piece so won't you please
Just pull this car over
a breeze
I can't change nigga
Unlike others would
Been soul surfin on my own wave
Like I'm Carrie Underwood
Carry money on me
Take it from me
Shit I
I wanna become
Crank up the radio as loud as it goes
Singing Carrie underwood and rolling down the windows
The smell of the pine trees is filling
(that he won't, that he won't)
Mechanic under ya hood
Like molly make ya feel good
Hadda singing like Carrie Underwood
And when she dance Im like...
I
real good
Gotta Carrie me home, Underwood
I'm nice on the mic like a knife to the throat
The nights real high cause the bass real low
Right by your side
real good
Gotta Carrie me home, Underwood
I'm nice on the mic like a knife to the throat
The nights real high 'cause the bass real low
Right by your side
real fucked up and I'm feeling real good
Gotta Carrie me home, Underwood
I'm nice on the mic like a knife to the throat
The nights real high cause
know I miss you
And I know you miss me and
So long we'll meet again
Farewell my darling
So long we'll meet again
Farewell my darling
I love you
We
[VERSE 3]
Women
That's a topic never understood
Does she like me does she not
Carrie Underwood
Cos I'm blown away
Even by words she says
In fact so blown
so bad, I had to cool it off
With a half a 40 from a party my old roomie threw at our apartment
Yesterday, I started to wonder if I'm really under
All
Hitting 95 coming home from work
No answer from you, peculiar
Radio is playing Carrie Underwood
Foreshadowing nothing good
Our curtains are drawn
y'all just got here, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, so long, farewell
But it's not the end of the chapter
Goodbye, goodbye, so long, farewell
I'll see
Farewell my country, a long farewell
My tale of anguish, no tongue can tell
For I'm forced to fly o'er the ocean wide
From the home I love by Lough
Goodbye, so long, farewell
Goodbye, so long, farewell
Goodbye, so long, farewell
Goodbye, so long, farewell
Evil eyes of passers by
Humming old lullabies
Praise Jesus, hate the real Carrie Underwood
Bricks blue and white like Aryan Brotherhood
"Hail Satan" scribbled with a
Crayon on the wall
Pay with your
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