Letras
Talking pussy and the way they want it
Sitting here drinking on an empty stomach
The moon is a canker's sore
I don't know what I want anymore
You wear your face like a candle
To ward off all those crazy animals
You didn't finish your cigarette
If you're done, may I please have the rest?
Jesse's got cocaine in his wallet
I suggest we hit him up before he's done with it
Hey, man, that's a cheap shot
A Boones Farm of reasons to talk
I can tell she learned to dance when she was child
I can tell she was brought up well by the way she smiles
She's well-versed in most everything
She needs to learn to shut up if she wants to get with me
Stay off the main road
Do what you want
Yeah, do what you are told