shots of cleaves

In the end I have faith Maybe this was meant to take A horoscope which we make A sole defense, the one you break You better should just fall asleep Try to see please Shots of cleaves If you come, I will stay You better should just fall asleep Try to

In the end I have faith Maybe this was meant to take A horoscope which we make A sole defense, the one you break You better should just fall asleep Try to see please Shots of cleaves If you come, I will stay You better should just fall asleep Try to

if you not drunk ladies gentlemen get ready to get fucked up let's do it ha ha lmfao you know what lil jon yeah owns all of the alcoholics where you're at lets go when i walk in the club all eyes are on me im with the party rock crew all drinks are f

fresh 21 walk up to the club my girls cut the line cause we're a step above walk up to the bar buying drinks like a star my girl they wanna try it, so we had to buy it... uh huh, whip it up, lick it up, suck it down uh huh, drink it up (ooh i think s

fresh 21 walk up to the club my girls cut the line cause we're a step above walk up to the bar buying drinks like a star my girl they wanna try it, so we had to buy it... uh huh, whip it up, lick it up, suck it down uh huh, drink it up (ooh i think s

[ti:American Skin (41 Shots) (Live)] [ar:Bruce Springsteen] [al:The Essential Bruce Springsteen] [offset:0] [00:01.47]American Skin (41 Shots) -Bruce Springsteen [00:24.20]41 shots [00:25.48] [00:28.40]41 shots [00:30.18] [00:33.07]41 shots [00:34.73

You're on the other side of the world tonight But under the same cold stars And tonight I'll dream you right back home To this little life of ours We'll walk hand in hand through fields of green Just like we did last year But it's so hard to wake up

You hung your hopes on a crooked nail Dropped your dreams down a rusted pail A little broken china coffee cup Could hold what's left of what you still won't give up Where do all your dreams go to When it all starts to turn untrue What is all your wis

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad Two shots of happy, one shot of sad You think I'm no good, well I know I've been bad Took you to a place, now you can't get back Two shots of happy, one shot of sad Walked together down a dead end street We were mi

Slaid Cleaves - Beautiful Thing Lyrics Artist: Slaid Cleaves Album: Everything You Love Will Be Taken Away Genre: Country Surrogates and shadowy henchmen galore Party hacks and swift-boatin' talk-show whores Look at all the lies it takes, the job of

Shots go off In the next the way you go the shots go off like you demons and the next the way you go as if you wanna dance shots go off Dance stuff super clean blaf fast patched up strapped up, but I got back off for anything that drama brings marrie

This is my town Out in the rust belt fields We were bangin' out Buicks And Oldsmobiles There was always a job And the money was there Some say we got a little lazy Nobody seemed to care But they figured it out And shipped the elbow grease Down to Mex

In your black t-shirt, in the parking lot In your drone boots out back smokin' pot Gotta black eye and you wear it proud Guns and Roses way up loud Just a little cut up on your brow The principal said don't come back now Every night it's a scream and

Cry - Slaid Cleaves New love like a diamond Like a twinkling star But it's a whole lot of heartache to get to where we are 'Cause every man is a myth Every woman a dream Watch your little heart get crushed When the truth gets in between Every bond is

If I could stand for something I would turn the bitter tide I would turn it on the pain I've come to know And calm the storm that never dies I'm hearing Shots fired Out of range They wanna see me In a blood soaked grave But still I live To die anothe

Shots rang out shots rang out Don't remember much that night I was takin' in the mess But there was just one pretty site The tattoo on her chest I only saw the wing It was sticking out bright orange And I wish that bird Would just take her away Far a

Static tone on the phone I'll be breaking again Must be something better, babe All the names you called out of bed seem to fade To sometime never planned I won't cry for all the hunger in my heart, no I won't cry because I've made it through this far

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Pretty Tone, I got you, fingers Morphine flow, lean on the brass gold I can see your snake eyes without the crap roll Bust the mack stroll, laughing at you assholes Sticking thorns in my pride like the Black Crowes Cracking your dome for breakfast, D

I'm sorry for everything Oh everything I've done Am I out of touch Am I out of my place when I keep saying that I'm looking for an empty space Oh I'm wishing you're here but I'm wishing you're gone I can't have you and I'm only gonna do you wrong Oh