100 lyrics for "Crack it, crack it, crack it"
You will never come close to how I feel You will never come close to how I feel Cracks in the pavement underneath my shoe I care less and less about and less about you No one else around to look at me So I can look at my shadow as much as I please All
PlayGonna fight it, gonna fight it What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do? When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake Heart is bursting and your butt's gonna break Woman's cussing, you can hear her scream Feel like murder in the first
PlayYou should be here, standing with your arm around me here Cutting up, cracking a cold beer Saying cheers, hey y'all it's sure been a good year It's one of those moments, that's got your name written all over it You should be here Aw you should be here
PlayBeen waiting on that sunshine boy, I think I need that back Can't do it like that No one else gonna get it like that So I argue, you yell Who cares when it feels like crack? Boy you know that you always do it right Man, fuck your pride Just take it on
PlayYou should be here, standing with your arm around me here Cutting up, cracking a cold beer Saying cheers, hey y'all it's sure been a good year It's one of those moments, that's got your name written all over it You should be here Aw you should be here
PlayOh, something has disappeared 'Cause I'm all alone Into the great unknown Oh, what am I missing here Come to, the day is new Hit the floor, crack the door And what do I see? Strange kid standing there
PlayBaby, I think I love you today I think I love Every single little crack on your face Even our most casual embrace You don't have to try 'Cause I've made up my mind Remember that time You threw a can of beer at me like a stone You drunk too much wine
PlayWeekends here, good God almighty, Yeah, yeah, yeah... But we just punched out and its paycheck Friday, Yeah the big boss man, he likes to crack that whip I ain't nothing but a number on his time card slip, I give him forty hours and a piece of my soul,
PlayBaseball cap and flannel arms Dancing with a voodoo doll Sweat rolls down the old guitar Seeing things the way they are A crooked look lay on his brow Beside a wisecrack whiskey mouth Tip up the bottle and pour him out Here he is again
PlayI can see the pain It's written all over your face Blessed visionary cut me with your sun The rivers ran in blood Spark fueled to fire Deep withing the endless void Searching for a sign The vessel forged inside me Watches over like the death
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