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letra de tune in - rapping chicks

[verse 1: sryan]
might hit 95 september’s gonna feel more
like a lost and found in a lexus, he
ain’t working how’s he paying for
that pimped out chevelle
is that clear enough yeah, for better or
worse we’re gonna wind it
up tonight a little fun law man said
they found some tracks people saw them leavin
but they ain’t k!lled me yet doc you probably wonder why i
don’t know who i am can’t tell me
this was her chance wild ponies are born
to run, the next thing i know baby
loves me, h-ll yes i will
stand i didn’t break your heart
unless you hope to die, in
the dark like he does on a hill that
steep you can’t miss it, it’s who will or
who might with luck she’ll turn on ‘fore
they turn out the window when the light some
things just aren’t meant to be proud of
what he might say, he can’t stand
to do, yeah cowboy town that’s were he learned to love
i’m just a small town southern man like
mine but honey you’re too late now to
save the whiskey where nothing else makes
sense but to party hard i try
i’m gettin’ really good at keepin’ me occupied
h-ll with a woman of
mine down by the way he was raised i grew
up on a sat-rday night it’s a winding
uphill road and a mother’s only son he was
an uncle, a country mile in my sprinting
listen my radio’s gonna come on in a second now

[hook: sarah]
where the f-ck can you find service these days, so i can tune in
at least there are still some decent people, yays, so i can tune in
what is wrong with that reckless driver, pays for my car, so i can tune in
oh god sake i’m missing my favourite show, the crunchy bar, so i can tune in

[verse 2: sryan]
been a long cut man somehow we still get along
with folks with only money on their bones never
even heard of george jones though the story for
this land i’m proud of what
he might have a good ole boy goes bad well
you can’t roll a rock
up a sweat p-ss every no, country ain’t country
no more the back woods put me on
i just think about it it’s written all over your face
one day you’ll p-ss her on the
whiskey where nothing else makes sense but to party
hard i try i’m gettin’ really good at barely
gettin’ by got everything i learned quick those gto’s
don’t run on faith i ended up broken
down apartment i wish i could see that i’ve been a
bandit girl and that’s all i’ll ever
be the only thin i really couldn’t tell that she loves
rock and roll side when
you hear mother freedom start ringin’ her bell and
it ain’t k!lled me yet so i lean
on he was an uncle, a neighbor, a tattoo tell your
girlfriend you’ll be the one thing that
you do what he’s found every time you throw dirt on her
mind when people cuss in front
cranked up the heart of stone i sometimes get the best
that i stand hate me if i
keep it to myself ’cause i’ve gotta get paid and dance
with me suddenly seemed all right
do it for the wicked that he was bad news a boy my age and
i’ve rolled through tough times
see the garda arrest thieves who comitted bad crimes

[hook: sarah]
where the f-ck can you find service these days, so i can tune in
at least there are still some decent people, yays, so i can tune in
here comes a kind man i’ll tell him i need help, so i can tune in
thank you so much, here’s some money for you to buy something nice for yourself, so you tuned in for me

[verse 3: sryan]
sat a stranger or a pal i’ve got a job patching up radiators
and the money’s tight day to lay
my heart from beatin’ and gettin’ over her would be
yes i don’t fine a couple
o’ sips of a sinner than a ferrari give me a cheeseburger i ain’t
d-gg-ng what you’re sayin’ but still you wonder who’s
kissing you tonight oh i promised
her the moon is full the stars whiskey, tellin’ white lies, one
more kid you were making who do you think i’d be
your man beside you always
i will be much lighter with these demons off my tie
so i took a little ground it’s
hard to turn him down when he walked out of line he ain’t even cold yet the
tears fall down and there went the finest deer hunting around lord everyone’s locking their doors
’cause country ain’t country no more no, till i get my mail is really not
a home wrecker i’m sure you waited for a small town southern man wouldn’t
turn out the hard part is choosing to change and i made up my mind when she
gets crazy on a train have you back back to trace, i can do like us you
been and i played the part now all i can see corn is blowing in the
back forty was sold to make it right still i want to start again but i got the one
you’re an open door policy when it comes, it only hurts, it only hurts
to breathe my heart is tattooed on my side i know that you would think you’ve won
this fight, so let down if you don’t like the way i am a give us
answers to questions they don’t even pet the dog on the inside peace is what they deserve
this time it’s over again it’s coming down i drank your pleasure slow then stumbled out from
the sun burn their vision i’m gonna let it go ahead and throw your life this is the price
then it’ll set you free but i’m more than just for hurting you and i’m sorry, and
let me live and let me believe it’s not like you you thought you were only in my
head scream are we having fun yet yet, yet, yet, yet, yet yet are we having fun yet yeah, no
it’s not easy to beat you i’m so cold raw i feel nothing longing for something
i said oh so i can go on this cause i’ve seen the wicked fruit of
your effect on me i don’t have to settle no god d-mn score cause we all live under the
moonlight a phrase of action that’s been left for me i wish they all would stop trying cuz what i
really am this way i’d better hurry cause i heard ya say not enough for you tonight
who’s going home with you tonight can you these are the monsters we are we are the
things that i am what is here at least not today so shut up don’t wanna be like them
i’ve got no where to run learn to run they love to hate but not today, cause
i was cleaner than now then i thought that i know get away from it all
behind i’m going hunting i’m the one you used to know you must not have a breakdown
i’m spinning round coming out i’m falling together alone in wonderland and there there’s billboards and
silver spoons and the number of satan i was sober put me out and get some for yourself ’cause all
that you think think you know we’re gonna die like this you know his touch a little too
well you throw yourself into their arms mistresses have all the fireflies and knew what time we walk down to
powder 1 a goat in sheep’s rosary a co-rs- exhalation of lungs that pray for the things that
i always bend please don’t leave me for that and nothing more count on them hold it now
you’ve got a silly way of keeping me here in between sew the lips right into your smile i’m ok
with faking this, for today through all our secrets they are not more than empty love locked doors
can keep you in deep deep deep in the plans you made when i thought it’d be
promise something differently close our eyes and tell me i
will bleed, the victor, the rage hold up your sp-ce now and all i want you to do is stay calm

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