Morgan wallen
post malone
Kane brown+jelly roll
Lainey wilson
random
100

last night...

we let the liquor talk

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Every time I'm walkin' out
I can hear you tellin' me to turn around

Fightin' for my trust and you won't back down
Even if we gotta risk it all right now, oh

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Always smokin' somethin', he ain't worried 'bout nothin'
'Cause he ain't got nothin' to lose

I got a thing for the wild ones

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We gave each other more than our hearts
With the help of a mason jar

Drinkin' watermelon moonshine

100

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue

Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm comin' home to you

200

865...

409-1021

200

Seasons change and our love went cold
Feed the flame 'cause we can't let go

Run away, but we're running in circles
Run away, run away

200

I only talk to God when I need a favor

And I only pray when I ain't got a prayer

200

A little bit of love is all that it's needing
But it's good as it is tough

I got a heart like a truck

200

bye bye miss American pie

drove the Chevy to the levee
300

Somethin' bout the way she kissed me tells me she'd love Eastern Tennessee

Yeah, but all I brought back with me was some sand in my boots

300

Candy paint with the white on top

Lambo doors are the woo-wop drop

300

And you just can't fake that, so let's change that

Girl, let's go put some miles on it

300

I push like a daisy through old sidewalk cracks
Yeah, my kinda crazy's still running its courses with

Wildflowers and wild horses

300

say (blank)say it

you win 300

400

Yeah, I love you more than the feeling when the bass hits the hook

When the guy gets the girl at the end of the book

400

You keep me wrapped around your finger
Wrapped around your finger

I was caught up in your orbit
Spinnin' like a bullet

400

Running with the wrong crowd on the wrong nights
'Cause I've been wrong about a million times

But I got one thing right, you

400

Makes me feel at home
Yeah, boy, I'm right at home

In a four-by-four by you, babe

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500

'Cause there's money in the bank and tomorrow's Saturday

So if they pass that fifth of Jack this way

500

Tell you that I'm sorry, tell me what I gotta do

'Cause I can't let go, it's chemical

500

Ain't sayin' I'm ready yet
But that's the place
I wanna be
After my last breath

Bury me in Georgia

500

Hang tight honey I'm a white line running down a dream on a long-lost highway

Me and this band playing one-night stands for some fans getting straight up sideways

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