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The Bull
The Bull
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David Loucks
David Loucks
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Matt Perry
Matt Perry
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Lyrics

Ain't never been much of the country type
But I still wear my boots in a fight
Throwing the saddle bag on my bike
Do i really know what is right
I come outside almost every night
Still I walk alone and might
Run in like a tweety bird
Scream a name you never heard
Did we know what could occur
Baby you know what you deserve
Ride or die ain't that the fucking lie
Never thought id see the day to say goodbye
Sitting in misery
Would you ever break the pain in the mystery
She blows a kiss for me
You had me blissfully
Thanks for ditching me
Now I'm on a road without you ticking me
Miss the Christmas Tree
Miss the holidays spend a bigger fee
Shit I got no regrets still don't cheer the mets
I got something to confess
Like im begging got terets
No more lacking all the rest
Say it now
But a
Fake we never changed me
Taking on a life that had arranged me
Satan clapping with a trainy
Flattened race becomes a little rainy
What ya gonna say when they call you
When your falling down
Kissing and they hugging but still fear you
When Your falling down
In a way you stay away
When your falling down
Do you fade away
When Your falling down
Been seen what its gonna be
When I flow in the row like mercy
Never had a bitch like Carley
Still I pick em ain't Bill Cosby
Bet I'm on a role when I feel I'm in a flow
What you think I feel like woah
Setter feel better got a little letter
From a chick I never met her
Pop in the DMs
Got it in the PM
Open it find the time to read em
I see them blowing three, four to seven
Go to heaven or believe them
Hello babe this is my game
What you gonna think when I get that fame
Bet people think I think I'm lame
But I don't give a fuck when they say my name
Black jack I put it down
Play the card pretend its apart of life
Back end on the night stand
Never show people what I do with a knife
Feet drive into the ground
My fingers in the dirt
Dont make another sound
Like a pitcher mound
Throw pitch home run bound
Have I been found
Like rich gone make this home
Bring it back like a flin stone
Remember that tone
It made me remind me
Throw a dog a bone
That life loan have you grown
Hit stack a racks don't use prone
I miss when you called me on the phone
What ya gonna say when they call you
When your falling down
Kissing and they hugging but still fear you
When Your falling down
In a way you stay away
When your falling down
Do you fade away
When Your falling down
Begger chooser steaks I lose her
Look at my phone a snoozer
Bed at 3am wake up at 7am
Push to fight
I'm thinking that I might
Grip on to staying on
Just like you throw a dog a bone
Raising tone
Lack trick a moan
Now I'm taking on a new loan
Signal shoot to kill
Still not ending it with a pill
What else do I have to fill
I'm on a road with a million things to fulfill
Think I'm done with chasing women
Focus on the things thats basic to livin
Raise my worth starta giving
Stop worrying bout the world we live in
Written by: David Loucks
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