Tác giả: Chưa Biết
Ca sỹ thể hiện: The Alligator Wine ((single edit)); The Alligator Wine
You're my queen, I'm your king You can't stop my suffering My golden gown's filled with flowers Tick-tock, alligator hour You're my queen, I'm your king Shocker, shocker, shocker Hallelujah, what a ride Explosions every
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Loote
I have this nightmare. You woke up one morning and changed your mind. I have irrational fears we've talked over a hundred times. I love you carefully. Cautious of how deeply I dive. Though I know you mean.
Tác giả: Ryan Ross
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Panic! At The Disco
Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor. Just for the attention. Cause that's just ridiculously odd. Well, she sure is gonna get it. Here's the setting. Fashion magazines line the walls now. The walls line the bullet.
Tác giả: Chưa Biết
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Kid Quill
Aha, what's up? Let's do it! Been a minute but I'm back with that rap ***. The mixtape flow, you can find it on DatPiff. And everything I do, I do for real, ain't no practice. I don't dance in the booth but you know I be.
Tác giả: Chưa Biết
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Luke Combs
One, two, three. ["Hankering for a Honky Tonk"] ♪♪ ♪ Well, I got a call from round and round, six o'clock, ♪ ♪ saying he called a hankering for a honky tonk. ♪ ♪ Want some nice cold beer and a country song, ♪ ♪ but he didn't
Tác giả: Luke Combs
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Luke Combs
♪♪ ♪ Four shiny trucks at the super-wash station ♪ ♪ Spendin' their time on wet wheels on the pavement ♪ ♪ Done with that paycheck makin' ♪ ♪ Twelve-inch kickers get shakin' ♪ ♪ Them girls get to paintin' on dental man
Tác giả: Derek Gruen & Jason Sellards & Scott Hoffman
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Scissor Sisters
I left my heart in San Fransisco. I'ts at some motherfucking disco. The people there where dancin' on it. And that's including Ms. Matronic. Hell if music is the victim then so am I. Of lovin' and a cheatin' the snake.
Tác giả: Chưa Biết
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Dew Arunpong (Original Soundtrack "Between Us); Taylor Swi (beat)
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone. In the front seat of his car. He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel. The other on my heart look around, turn the radio down. He says, Baby is something wrong? say,
Tác giả: Chưa Biết
Shotgun poetry. Crack the whip again, make me see. Sharpen your knives for me. Infiltrate the mind, the body. Body. Contract killer prose. Calmly walks away as blood flows. Open, the wound grows. Melts away the water.