would run out of gas, got out the car

minimal, minimal, minimalMinimal, minimal, minimal, minimalMinimal, in here tryna

pour me up a double shot of baby

wake up every SaturdayMake my bedBless the streetsWorking 9 to

Part I: 16 fifteen, the innocence was gone astrayHad

1: so drunk, he hit his head on the

live forever (Yeah)Foot on the gas, heyNow, don't it? Ain't

they talking about me, again?I like, anime, cartoons, and nothing

what a hell of a year it's beenKeep on

live said it was over for me

I'm taking all my burdensAnd casting them on the LordCan't

can’t remember my own dreamI can’t remember my own dreamI

you be my Joan Jett..Won't you be my Joan

1: many that are built like meI'm the last

uh-huhMe and DDGWe some cowboys, we some outlawsAlright,

like a targetYeah, been ridin' bulls since my first

her out WestGot me right in the chestAnother

I: fall to piecesEach time I see you

God’s always workingSo I be praisin’ Him all night

can't cowboys cry?Ain't felt this down in a long timeI