Lyrics:
far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it out
Well,
far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it out
Well,
the songbird sing, it feels like spring
Had to fly down south to spread my wings, I'm in the
Promised land, promised land
Come and take me by the hand
Don't
I've had a lot of good years I missed as they rolled on by
Now, here I am, just a kid goin' on thirty-five
I've played my songs and played my part
don’t know how to get your cheese
I got a couple bitches risking everything to be with me
I’ll mix the vodka and the Hennessy it got me dancing messily
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
knowing which way I'm going
Sink in the unknown, right to the bottom
Wade by my lonesome
In my new sanctum
These strings use to sing like birds
But, now
Can kiss the tuck of my *** and look for brand new excuses
Why you suck at your craft and if you ask what the proof is
My name is Mykel and I’m liable
cs we are shaped by our memories,
So time gives us
Thousands and thousands of new songs.
We dream travelers have
The privilege of generating
New
inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip
where it belongs in my songs
Patiently waiting for the right bait to come along and
String along with some string theory and sing with me
Freely
Drink a little beer, play a little music
And have a big time tonight
Got a Tennessee girl, a Rocky Top breeze
And a big ol' yellow moon
A new
by any means I want new money, but new money seem to
bring new enemies So you can't be scared to let it squeeze
Can't be green, foe nem, hop out wit
Listen
Cant do minimum
I need capital
When I
Get the big body
Oh you gotta move
Gotta move
Fly right by the moon
Sing my halla luss
Look we gotta
the strings like a puppet doing magic
I can't really sing and I can't really write
I try to fucking read a new book every night
Like A Night To Remember by
On the edge of the new, leaving all that you own
You take the plunge, venturing alone
With the keys at your fingers, a pen in your hand
It's all that
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
gon' do for things
We go do out sitting
Sing a long to that familiar song
Love won't leave me alone
It seems, I want you a season, when do I leave?
turning the page
Get set and swing send our love to you
たの
楽しもう!
Let's go and try something new
We'll turn these strings to music, make our own tempo,
you knew
Is just a lie - the dirty truth leaves you surprised
your point of view
Is so despised by all the troops
You used to serve your country well
with her life
And when she passed
I made a tape of all my songs
And on that final ride
I prayed for her to find her peace
Then I left it by her side
Sing up tourists, sing
There's a great crowd of tourists and they're coming down the street
Pleased as punch with brand new Doctor Marten's
I close my eyes
Turn the page mmm
Yesterday was yesterday
Still I read the notes
Feel the chords mmm
Underneath my fingertips
And I'll sing my song
Can kiss the tuck of my ass and look for brand new excuses
Why you suck at your craft and if you ask what the proof is
My name is Mykel and I’m liable
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