Lyrics:
Baby I was there for every second, I made your little bed, I washed your little head, I made what you were fed but now I walk the empty floors,
run
Run with the wild
Then you cry on my shoulder like a little child
Do what you want, just don't go dark on me
And you're waitin' to be saved but
can't leave
I'm here, but I've been gone just a little too long now
(Everything that happened)
(Everything that happened)
(Everything that happened)
the smallest goal
To get a little self-control
I know how hard you try
I see it in your eyes
Call your friends, 'cause we've forgotten
What it's like to eat
just a little bit hotter
I've been havin' drinks with the devil in this neon town
I need a shot of holy water to wash it down
Lost in a land
saddle up
Just the two of us
Make a lot of love
Little country romance
We can, alone at the ranch (ooh)
Alone at the ranch, ooh, uh (ooh)
Waking up
watermelon moonshine
Cut the burn with a little lime
Parking back in them kudzu vines
I was his and every bit of that boy was mine
Too young to know what
bustin' at the seams
So give a Hollywood hallelujah
A Hail Mary from the soap box above
A little hope Is better than nothing
When you're runnin' on hate
married in the fall?
To rent this little nest
And get a bit of rest
Well, here we are
Just about the same
Foggy little fella
Drowsy little dame
Thugs)
Anything airbrushed on the t-shirt (airbrushed)
Little rum on the back of a French kiss (little rum on the back)
Little hit of some Herbal
on
Everyone will say it was cool
She had Billie Eilish style
Moving to Berlin for a little while
I'm tryna find something to hold on to
Never text me
on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn
So I
Up! Up! Up!
Cockroaches in my ice cream
Little fishes
Little fishes
Up! Up! Up!
Cockroaches in my ice cream
Little fishes
Swimming upstream
Up! Up!
married in the fall?
To rent this little nest
And get a bit of rest
Well, here we are
Just about the same
Foggy little fella
Drowsy little dame
you're the top cat in town
You're the gold medal kid with the heavyweight crown
When you're a Jet, you're the swingin'est thing
Little boy, you're
I want another life
My self-esteem is coming on
But I need a little time
I'm gonna hire me a pilot
To drop me at your door
Then I'll consult
in my head
There's three little words that I should have said
"Go fuck yourself"
Look at this picture, something ain't right
I'm feelin' shitty,
Have a gun.. have a gun
There's a little boy soldier He's growing much older Carrying his pistol
Point it in the rain
He's got a heart of pain It's
Furs, Claudia Schiffer
I guess I was a little peer pressured
Into tapin' up a picture of her
Kurt Vonnegut comin' to town
Speakin' at the university
to play
That little old country waltz
I ain't got no excuses, I just want to play
That little old country waltz
That little old country waltz
light
Unfortunately, I can't trust anybody that tells me anything
I go ahead and just like that I fall a little hard and fast
At every turn I feel
the whole world in His hands
He's got the little bitty baby in His hands
He's got the little bitty baby in His hands
He's got the little bitty baby in
a likkle hard dough
I just blew your little Prada's on some fish at Nando's
I ain't never been a Pablo, I been working hard bro
We need to stop
enough for it to have a space
Ripped life slipping away, maybe you can make it out with just a little bit of grace
But it truly doesn't give a fuck about
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