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letra de life on the river - wess nyle

[intro]
yeah

[verse 1: brahma bull]
put me on that waitin’ list i think i need a donor
i’ve been drinkin’ on this river now my liver is a goner
i’ve been shootin’ wild turkey and chasin’ it with stag
i’ve been doin’ cannonb-lls b-tt naked off the back
i settled down a bit, grabbed the rod and reel and crank bait
waitin’ ’til them lily pads, you know i can’t wait
flip flops don’t do socks in the backwoods we chill
we skip rocks at the hill tops where the wind’ll drop for real
life on this river is all that i know
trashy -ss friends gon’ be there for sure
every weekend you can d-mn sure deliver
any message that i need to me out here on this river

[chorus: wess nyle]
say goodbye to your liver, ’cause it’s as good as gone
this is life on the river, in case you didn’t know
we fish all day and party all night
ain’t no tellin’ what you might get into
hope you brought your swimmin’ suit
tonight it’s goin’ down in the old pontoon

[verse 2: jay bee da one of fort knocks]
aw man now i’m leanin’ spillin’ drink up out my cup
two shots of jimmy beam, now i’m feelin’ good as f-ck
see a double might throw up, don’t want to press my luck
even though i might be drunk, don’t mean i had enough
so i’m on my way to the nearest shine
bad alcoholic give it all i got
get it from the mud so i’m off that swamp
tolerance high so i need a lot
need a lot, oh yeah, that means that i’m always faded
full throttle white boy wasted
knockin’ bottles off the table
can’t tell me sh-t man when it comes to gettin’ my drank on
and yes my livers spent man like i handed out free coupons
at the river with my suit on, so ’bout it with my cool on
inhalin’ got my groove on, that kush has got my head blown

[verse 3: breadwin deville of fort knocks]
it’s my escape from the city lights
a little bit of time to unwind and find peace in them tranquil nights
fightin’ mosquito bites but it’s better than fightin’ the rappers that bite
every word that i write i come here and i find my inner light
in a couple of bud lights, and a bullet ride, ’round the campfire
singin’ old lines to a guitar played by wess nyle
there’s an open invite to a good time
in the water all day to wash away any stress that’s lingerin’
by the bottle all night ’til we at the party
i’ve been missin’ and i’ve been kickin’ in
with a bottle of crown to drown in
miles away from the local inn
sleepin’ here ain’t an option
it’s all night non stoppin’
debauchery, you watch it, we live it full throttle
only remnant of the event when we’re gone is empty bottles

- wess nyle

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