It's harvest time It's harvest time in this little town Time to bring it on in Pay the loans down And make another round There's a big red moon coming up in the sky Combine's cutting in a staggered line The only time of year We missed the church bell's

I wanna thank the band, whoever they Were for playing our song And all the stars up there for getting in line And shining down on That boardwalk you and I strolled down Light's dancing on the water from the merry-go-round We made a lot of memories, ain't

You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise Down a back road blowin’ stop signs through the middle Every little farm town with you In this brand new Chevy with a lift kit It’d look a hell lot better with you up in it So baby you a song Yeah, when I

If I woke up next to you Me and you, setting in a honeymoon We're the new face of failure Prettier and younger, but not any better off Bulletproof loneliness at best, at best Last year's wishes are this year's apologies Every last time I come home I take

Ran down on that bitch twice You know me I be with whatever If a bitch beef with me we gon' beef foreva Why you always tryna run and hide Always have my name up in your mouth you outta line You gon' make me pop up at your door like surprise Like come

(I'm a female rebel) Sleeplessly Hunger of the pine Sleeplessly embracing Butterflies and needles Line my seamed-up join Encased in case I need it

Drunk texting, drunk texting you I got you on my mind I'll be drunk texting, drunk texting, drunk texting you Why's it always happen, when I get this way? I'm blowing up your line Drunk texting you (Drunk texting you) So baby tonight And the truth is

I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car (Bitch, get in) I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes And when I open that do', bitch, get in my car I'm a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa with it

Threw out a wish on a long piece of string Kept it in my hand 'til I reached the ground Felt a gentle tug and then pulled it in Climbed up, brought it down on Ascension day Felt a gentle tug and then pulled it in, pulled it in Ascension day In the shadow

Oh hey da da di da, di da da Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked With her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbojet Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks Took her down to the