Cowgirls don't cry Cowgirls don't cry, ride, baby, ride Soon enough you gonna know why It's gonna hurt every now and then If you fall get back on again Her daddy gave her, her first pony Then taught her to ride She climbed high in that saddle Fell I

We'll burn that bridge when we get there Hello Miss Heartbroke Sit your sweet self down It's good to see your dancin' feet back out on the town Rumor has it you've had trouble with your man I've had trouble of my own, I think I understand We'll put out

I'm getting back, get back on track, get off of my back It feels so bad If it feels so bad Bad magick playing off of me Oh no, I don't want to be your friend Bad magick laying into me Oh no, I don't want to hear it again Does it feel so bad when you're

Click clack You can be my piece Cause we shootin' Tell 'em all get back We shootin' them down This is my eye We untouchable uncrushable Tell them all get back Shootin' 'em down

If you had to choose Well, I’ll be damned To get Hamilton on your side Dear Mr. Hamilton John Adams doesn’t stand a chance, so who are you promoting? The election of eighteen-hundred Can we get back to politics? (Please?) yo Every action has its equal,

For united we stand. Divided we fall And if our backs should ever be against the wall We'll be together, Together, you and I There's no where in the world that I would rather be Then with you my love And there's nothing in the world that I would rather

Nothin' feels better than this Nothin' feels better Nothin' feels better, no, no This is what you like, I admit Take it back, bring it side to side (Nothing, baby) (Nothing feels better) (I'm not really drunk, I never get that fucked up)

I don't know, why I don't Put it out baby We kiss and the flames Just get higher But yeah I know When I hold onto you baby I'm all tangled up in barbed wire I get burned, I don't learn I'll be back, give it time

Don't talk to me, get your bread up We eatin', all my niggas fed up Bitch broke, shut up And we used to fuck but I got fed up Bitch you broke, shut up Yeah we used to fuck but I got fed up You a ho rat, that pussy throwback I’m tryna fuck, you ain’t

Who are you Who who who who I woke up in a Soho doorway The policeman knew my name He said, "You can go sleep at home tonight If you can get up and walk away" I staggered back to the underground The breeze blew back my hair I remembered throwing punches