it's high time I tell yaNo more messin' aroundTime

kisses taste like whiskeyBurning through my veinsShe don't know

Hollywood BoulevardLooking down, seeing stars90210, Rodeo is RodeoGlad I

voice is like a ghost inside my headYou whisper

the weather outside is frightfulBut the fire is so delightfulAnd

makes you feel emotionalIt may bring parties or thoughts

(Ashley china stacked by the kitchen sinkAunt Tammy's in

wound up tighter than a banjo stringPrice of gas

I've been at work all weekFingers to the bone

1: Blake the moon just came over the tree

told me I'd regret itOn the day I left

get home at five-thirtyFix a drink and sit down

knew something was the matterIt really needed my attentionAnd

1: Toneisha you wake up and don't wanna smileIf

you want a good timeIf you want a good

1: Gwen always been a rollin' stoneWith a reckless

1: Blake here, I'm just a feather in the

1: Blake when I met you there was peace

used to keep my phone right next to meI

1: Carter wanna thank the storm that brought