Lyrics:
girl, check my closet, nigga, I'm a tomboy
Yeah, you heard it, smart mouth, light skin, but still a bad bitch
Can take your nigga, lock him out, and get
girl
Has you questioning
Your whole world
Blinded by euphoria & emerald
She's a femme fatale
What you gonna do now?
What you gonna do now?
She's
“I hope you choke on your food with a good attitude”
Thought the girl behind the counter
I’ll wait day after day for the chance to break
The chance
statements, I’m retractin’em
You see me my life was filled with pain and ain’t I understand
But since I’ve picked apart my brain, I finally saw the plans
on the throne impostor
Syndrome don't forget where you from
In early 2000s I was riding in the trunk getting tricked by my brother and cousin
Stealing boards had
Underneath the stars, our spirits fly
Lost in the moment, time passes by
With each strum of the guitar strings
We feel the freedom that country music brings
O gaze on holy land, gaze on its light
Gaze upon hedonist evil
Sermon by candle light
Sword and shield word of might
Trudge on the stone founded by
to some chick
Through a thick ghost of smoke
Through a thicker haze of Southern Comfort and Coke
Say, Girl you're hotter than a hinge
Hangin' off
to some chick
Through a thick ghost of smoke
Through a thicker haze of Southern Comfort and Coke
Say, Girl you're hotter than a hinge
Hangin' off
done.||Everything was going well|When a man made a grave mistake|He was looking at the wrong girl|But for him by then it was too late||Melon was drinking poison|With
we Just don't know why
[Moka Only]
Why do I do it like I do
How come I don't get in trouble like I use to
Why am I the last thing a girl
all the good
My solid love could bring
Now I hear you're hanging round
With some mousey girl
From some small town
Foolish thing
Foolish thing
your troubles increase.
In some pagoda
She orders soda
Earth-shake milk-shakes, ten cents a piece.
They kissy and huggy nice
Oh, By Jingo! I'ts worth
The first thing I heard when I said your name
Was 'that girl's trouble, stay away'
I knew all about your silly game
And knew it wasn't one I'd want to play
When my love said to me
Meet me down by the gallow tree
For it's sad news I bring
About this old town and all that it's offering
Some say
some messed up blues
And there's no-one here to sing along
Tomorrow I'll be leaving
I'm gonna run with the sun
I always thought that I could trust
another long glance across
another long bar
another girl
another guy
another guitar
well I'm just another guy
with another guitar
month's sin
Every girl washes out the month's bad times
By flushing her cares out into her panty liners
Tabasco sauce stings the memories
No release
easier to just complain
I see people in a hurry with their minds so filled with worry chasing something that they’ll never see. The perfect girl
Everyday she's on the boat
When it pulls out from the quay
Far from small town eyes she floats
Across the Irish Sea
She's the girl you know from down
(yee-haw)
[Lil' Wyte]
Lil' Wyte's the name - their ain't a day pass
That I ain't in trouble, this changes the game
And turns a summer sault
spirit's a dry cup
This place has the poison to fill them all right up
Lockdown London--
Headbutt the pebble-dash
The girl with the bit nails
Peroxide girl with a false ID
Lost and lonely she can t see
Peroxide hair and burnt out eyes
Blinded by so many lies
[Chorus:]
Peroxide! Peroxide!
queens death threat
The five speed berry rip shit till you wet
The mack with a muscle to bust your cork bustle
I'm gone and your man smell trouble
.jpg/216px-ScottyMcCreery2020_(cropped).jpg "Scotty McCreery")
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