Wraaa Everybody get the fuck up Though many have come There will never be another one Wraaa Daddy gonna pop that trunk Yeah, battle ship sunk, throwing dirt rock chunks Sling shot rocks broke no money lumps Looking up too D boys with the pretty dunks

This will be the day that I die We started singing Bye bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levy But the levy was dry And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye The day the music died I started singing

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys 'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone Even

All went in the fire, drowning in the sea. A red dawn, oh red font. Did you want to find a way (fight) (fly away) I always saw me love I will be love befallen I will lay my teeth I'll wait for growing And we both will know. And before you're all gone

Is it guilty in here, or is it just me? What became of all the boys Who only want one thing? Will someone tell me what I'm doin' wrong 'Cause the good ones all got wedding rings And the young ones are just too dumb And I don't think I have any more Room

Ain't nobody Loves me better Makes me happy Makes me feel this way Loves me better than you And now we're flyin' through the stars I hope this night will last forever Oh oh oh oh Captured effortlessly

Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, do he live No the nigga dies Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the corners Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen You shot your bullet, but the bullet wwnt Desperado, do work for

Don't wanna be a part of the good ol' boys club Cigars and handshakes, appreciate you but no thanks Another gear in a big machine don't sound like fun to me Favors for friends will get you in and get you far I don't need a membership to validate The hard

Boys will be boys Have some composure And where is your posture? You're pulling the trigger Pulling the trigger Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention When I say shotgun, you say wedding

Who's gonna be your girl When all the boys are gone And who's gonna stop the moon When living is no more fun When will you wake up From all the dreams that you make up And who's gonna be your girl tonight I don't need to know just where you go, when You