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Intro. Da da, da da, da. Da da, da da. Verse 1. Yeah, I know I was gonna pick you up at eight. But I was thinkin' we could change it up. 'Cause clubs are overrated, all our friends can wait. And we ju
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Verse 1. I've used words like bullets for the sake of my own pride. Placed holes in the hardwood in the name of bein' right. I've held back forgiveness, standin' alone on my own ground. But I see it d
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Verse 1. I don't talk to God like you always tell me I should. I don't live my life every day like you prayed that I would. Yeah, I'm a mess of a man, with lessons to learn. You're the last thing on e
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Intro. Hmm. Mm. Verse 1. Some people think that paradise is. Somewhere sunny and seventy-five, yeah. I'll admit that it sounds pretty sweet, man. But I got 'em beat, man. Who needs a beach when. Choru
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Intro. Click-clack, yeah. Church boots. Verse 1. Yeah, my old truck is my new truck. It'll get me A to B and then to you truck. My coffee cup looks like my whiskey glass. Yeah, most folks stay the sam
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Verse 1. Well, I'm hot and I'm sober, sun beatin' down on my shoulders. Hair shy of hungover, baby, you know what I need. I got one empty koozie, girl, you know I ain't boujee. I don't carem I ain't c
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Verse 1. It happens every time. We pop that top, squeeze that lime. I get to feelin' like a Buffett song. Blame it on your sunkissed tan. Your hand there in my hand. Every day's a trip that you send m
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Verse 1. I said, "Hey, girl, what you drinkin'?". She said, "I'm gonna stop you right there, right now. ". I said, "Hold up, girl, that wasn't my intention. I just think you're beautiful; can I buy yo
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Intro. (If I give my heart). (If I give my heart). Verse 1. Just take it don't break it. I want the real thing, baby, don't fake it, I. I wanna know what heaven feels like. Like Johnny and June kinda
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