I'm just a cold beer drinker, check out the callus on pop-top finger Got a cooler in the back with a 12 pack ready to roll I'm a killer karaoke country singer, top-water rattle-trap spinner bait slinger king of the grill and a short putt sinker Whiskey

If I could write you a song to make you fall in love I would already have you up under my arm I used up all my tricks, I hope that you like this But, you probably won't, you think you're cooler than me You got designer shades just to hide your face And

La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, oh Oh mama, actin' like my life's already over Oh dear, act your age and try another year As I'm getting older, chip up on my shoulder Rolling through life, to roll over and die Missing hippy Jon, salad days are

Just know that I'm already home If only New York wasn't so far away I promise the city won't get in our way When you're scared and alone, You say love is what you put into it You say that I'm losing my will Don't you know that you're all that I think

Are you at all haunted by memories past? Are you ready to make this one breath your last? Or are you just hoping that someone will grieve? Is your chest so heavy you're ready to leave? Cherish all you have left. Will they remember my name when I'm gone,

Half of all of this is gonna have to do Is gonna have to do Well it's like... Life after death is life after you Too bad that knife in my back was so heavy I hope she's missing me already Life after this is life after you Felt like the earth was alive

Pushing me away Ya push, push, pushing me away Every last word, every single thing you say Try to stop me now, but it's already too late If you really don't care, then say it to my face You push, push, you're pushing me away Push, push, pushing me away

Tonight's the night I'm dressing up for you. Pick a part, you dream it up. Oh boy, tell me your fantasy, Tonight I'm gonna come alive, Make you forget about your 9 to 5, Are you ready for your blood to rise? Saucer of milk, table for 2 You wanna pet my

I was cruising in a 6-4 with all of my hoes New bitch named Crystal, steady to blow My team way too official, with Chevys and Rolls Ooh-ooh-ooh! Daytrip took it to 10 Two niggas with a pistol that's ready to go Seen the red and blue lights, and I got

No one is as lucky as us Is as lucky as us We're not at the end yet but we already won You would sing it back to me I've got a feeling That you would sing it back to me Give me attention I need it now Too much distance