Wine and bruk out, bruk out girl! All little one, wine! Just one, wine! Only one, wine! Feel the one, wine! Gyal ya body hot I want you twist it and turn it! Feel the one I'm 'bout to fall in love from, one wine! I love the way she looks

I'm not giving it up And you're the only thing that's going on in my mind Taking over my life a second time I don't have the capacity for fucking You're meant to be helping me When I said I liked it better without my money, I lied It took a little while

I love my baby like a bull dog loves his bone Last night she got crazy, called me up on the phone Said, "Come on over, daddy 'Cause I hates drinkin' alone" Said, "I had me a little and I had to have a little more Try to get up, could not get out the door

I want to move the town to the clash city rockers You need a little jump of electrical shockers You better leave town if you only want to knock us Nothing stands the pressure of the clash city rockers No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I

One of those nights I wanna hold on tight to a little of this The kinda night you don’t want to miss Time of our lives, Where do we go? We don’t know One of those nights we felt invincible And every glass was full, One of those nights, dancing in the

Girl I caught you in your little white lie Red handed, red handed You said you had to work tonight But here you are dancing In this honky talk with someone else And all you got to say for yourself

I’ve got a dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty little secret And I’m not not not sure that I wanna keep it So we feed ourselves lies to submit to the shadows Cause we just wanna dance under our pretty perfect halos Everyone’s got a secret Well Mrs. Pharmacist,

Boy gets a truck, truck gets a girl Filled with the sound of little feet Then you blink and he’s asking for the keys to pick her up Girl gets a midnight feeling he’s the one, one night turns to love Love turns into one knee down, down payment on a three

Let it roll if we got the gas We let it rip when we got the money It gets wild yeah but that's the way we get down Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin' up his Bronco He's gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull All the girls are getting' pretty

How did I ever let you go? Is it worth the pain, with no one to blame? For all of my insecurities Never understood how she could, Mean so little to so many Why does she mean everything to me? Questioning her good intention Jealousy's a bad invention When