Kip Moore - Crazy One More Time Lyrics

 

going out mary jane
i’m looking through your window pain
i heard the word, you’re back in town
i’ve got some cheap cigarettes, your favorite beer,
girl wear the dress i always dream about
oh

we’ll chase the moon, ride the stars
find the muscle in this car
i know it’s still got something left
yeah come on out, take my hand
feel my heart, girl understand
i gotta fight the pounding in my chest

hey yeah, can’t see you it’s nothing but mine
girl tonight, lets go crazy one more time

we’ll park the car, climb on the hood
turn it up, when something good starts
starts playing through these rušted doors
and in this sticky and sweet hand and i
i’ll kiss you girl till i get it right
cause i know that will lead to more

we devour rolling around
where i’ll gently lay you down
and i’ll try to tell you gently how i feel
but you place your finger on my mouth
whisper “baby, no not now”
the night is young and we still got time to steal

hey yeah, can’t see you it’s nothing but mine
girl tonight, lets go crazy one more time

with the engine burning through my jeans
i watch you fall fast asleep
in this small town sky faith in black and blue
and i’ll wipe the tear from my eye
but you’ll never know cause baby i’ll smile
as i wave goodbye to you

hey yeah, can’t see you it’s nothing but mine
girl tonight, lets go crazy one more time

i guess i’ll alwayš have this longing in my heart
and you’ll have a place in me
but tonight there’s a fire to start
and i’m really burning hard
so you’re all that i’ll ever need
yeah

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Kip Moore - Crazy One More Time

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Chris Brown - Till I Die Lyrics and Video (Ft. Big Sean & Wiz Khalifa)
Artist Big Sean, Chris Brown, Wiz Khalifa

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[Verse 1 - Chris Brown]
Yo, West Virginia
Straight from the country, right there wit’ my kinfolk
Golds in my mouth and they put 26′s on Benzo’s
Dirt roads, back woods
They got weed but I’ve been dope
Ratchet, n-gga we act hood
But I’m getting money with these white folk
Sippin and I’m faded, super medicated
Said she wanna check the pole
I said Okay Sarah Palin, so I lay down and lay in
A n-gga gon’ be faded, all the way to the AM yeah

[Hook - Big Sean]
More drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there ho, you know wassup
Quit hoggin’ the blunt bitch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn, b-tch I do it

And this the life we chose
Workin’ all night
Swear I’m never going broke
And I’mma do this till I die
And I ain’t talking shit just cause I’m, just cause I’m…
(I’m high)

Oh God, oh God

[Big Sean]
Ok, wow, bow
Look at me now, chief like an indian
Talkin in clouds, I’m high as a b-tch
I’m talking to clouds
Off tree every night like I roam with the owls
I super soak that hoe, show ‘em no love just throw ‘em a towel
Still rocking Louis Vuitton condom, cause I’m so f-ck-ng in style, wow
New crib, crash that, Drove here, cab back
Now knock that pussy out, yeah that’s just a little cat nap
Hold up, hold up woah
Don’t be smoking my sh-t, I be smoking that fire
And she be smoking my d-ck

[Hook]
More drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there ho, you know wassup
Quit hoggin’ the blunt bitch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn b-tch I do it

And this the life we chose
Workin’ all night
Swear I’m never going broke
And I’mma do this till I die
And I ain’t talking sh-t just cause I’m, just cause I’m…
(I’m high)

[Wiz Khalifa]
Smoking, choking, always rollin’ something
I don’t need a key to start my car
Bitch I just push a button and theater showing
Got a half a mill and spent it like it’s nothing
Money flowing, never sober
Smoking till I got concussions, no discussions
Man I got a condo and got a big crib
Pounds all over my kitchen is
If I ain’t on the road gettin’ it
Then I’m in the hood where my niggas live
Did a tour, sold it out, just bought a pound ’bout to finish it
Now all my pasta got shrimp in it
You talk about it and I’m living it
Fucking little b-tch

[Hook]
More drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there ho, you know wassup
Quit hoggin’ the blunt bitch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn bitch I do it

And this the live we chose
Workin’ all night
Swear I’m never going broke
And I’mma do this till I die
And I ain’t talking shit just cause I’m, just cause I’m…
(I’m high)

[Chris Brown]
Real n-gga never frontin’
Cause when you got it all
Everybody want somethin’
Middle finger in the air no fist pump
And me, Sean and Wiz got this bitch jumping
Ah! Finally got this bitch jumping
Got this bitch jumpin’
Fly, that’s me.