55 lyrics for "Just a little more, little more"
I'm a cold one down at the end of the day A little sundown buzz and more on the way I wash a week's worth of dust off my old truck While Bobby Earl runs home to get dressed up Here comes Clifford, gotta forty in a brown bag In his pointed toe boots and a
PlayWe get a little crazy We get a little loud We're never gonna fake it We are wild We are free We are more than you think So call us freaks But that's just the way we roll
PlayI surrender, dear. We've played the game of stay away But it cost more that I can pay. Without you I can't make my way, I may seem proud, I may act gay, It's just a pose, I'm not that way, 'Cause deep down in my heart I say Little mean things we were
PlayGirl you know that I'll do anything To know a little more than just your name Only thing I know is you're too fine And I would like to leave with you tonight You gon' call me papi I'll make your body happy Every time that you call me What's your name,
PlayI'll keep on rolling down this road But I've got a bad, bad feeling One night to you Lasted six weeks for me Just a bitter little pill now Just to try to go to sleep No more waking up to innocence Say hello to hesitance
PlayOh little rock Think I'm gonna have to slip you off Take a chance tonight and untie the knot There's more to life than what I've got You know this heart of mine just can't be bought I'm gonna find someone who really cares a lot When I slip off this
PlayDream baby, dream baby, dream baby All I had to do was Give me just a little bit longer Give me just a little bit stronger Give me just a little big longer Give me just one more try I said all I wanna do, is Come up in that coupe And the Wraith, it got
PlayKick it with myself, kick it with myself I don't need no help, I don't need no help No one else Turn the beat up a little bit more in here, Bengineer, please! I guess I'm doing this one by myself If you can't just be good with being by yourself How you
PlayLow-key, no pressure, just hang with me and my weather Just let me cry a little bit longer I ain't gon' smile if I don't want to I wish we were all rose-colored too My rose-colored boy I had to break it, the wars are raging on And I have taken my glasses
PlayShe's my little whiskey Girl No Cuervo Gold Margaritas Just ain't enough good burn in Tequila she needs Somethin' with a little more edge and a little more plain My Ragged-on-the-edges girl Ah, but I like 'em rough She ain't into wine and roses Don't my
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