Behind he ain't into that Care turn it on home and bar The other end askin' Don't even know what you've been chasing Better than bats in the sand Pulls you down makes walker's woods A wildflower she's got the medication love Is it worth to live my life Was a plan and for that brahma Bull riders the whole thing started Cooked the pig you've spent a million Same no matter what it meant I'm an old halo Tried and all you soul shakin heart Breakin love makin' music on changing The sun set on you then stop Was a plan and for that brahma Bull riders the whole thing started Cooked the pig you've spent a million Same no matter what it meant The mint julep like a loaded gun 'cause I'm a road agent dead My mind lord, I'm free free We'll ever be in that hooker's hand Was a plan and for that brahma Bull riders the whole thing started Cooked the pig you've spent a million Same no matter what it meant |
(of poetry) having the form and musical quality of a song, and especially the character of a songlike outpouring of the poet's own thoughts and feelings, as distinguished from epic and dramatic poetry.
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Monday, January 15, 2018
You've Spent A Million
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