She'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

Just one more thing Can we fix it back in the pocket See I, I want a lady I can put stock in All I need to know is Do we fit in the pocket, When the dreams and the drums start rocking I want a bass and back beat to lock in I want to know real love's not

Lo-o-o-o, lo-o-o-o-ove You got the lovin' that I need I'm missin' my love, love, love Oh and I can't wait to see her Your love made me a believer And I won't fight these feelings anymore I can't get enough of your love That love, love, love

I'm falling Can't breathe anymore These scars need to heal I see the sun begin to rise And I'm wounded I've seen the world from painted eyes That I'm crying through I watch the darkness hit the tides And confide in hold on The ocean has opened Caress the

Every day, I need you even more At the nighttime too There's no way I could ever let you go Even if I wanted to Ordinary no, really don't think so Not a love this true Common destiny

I know, I know We movin' Diego, Diego Just made 100, I need 8 more We all in Margiela I'm the new Tony Montana nigga These niggas is jealous They just can't understand a nigga no They move on my say so, my say so .30 on my hip, nuevo

You, I know you`re everything That I've been looking for And I, I look into your eyes And could not ask for more So it`s only fair to lay it on the line Hold on, I`m gonna need a little time But if I ever fall in love again Sometimes when this broken

I don't want to hear any more You don't need to tell me it's over I've been here before I won't ask you to stay I won't stand in your way It's not the first time That I've had the sense that something's wrong But I'm old enough to know That things don't

She'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

I don't need your civil war Your power hungry sellin' soldiers In a human grocery store Ain't that fresh The way we've always done before My hands are tied It feeds the rich while it buries the poor I don't need one more war Look at your young men