เนื้อเพลง Tyler Nance Whiskey Me or the Pain
She’s probably cooked out on the couch somewhere I’ll look home on
And she’s teething at the mouth, Lord knows what the girl got a hold of
And I don’t know what caused her whiskey me over the pain
Now she’s hop, fly, and cry, and Lord, you think she’s insane
But she’s never had a style of sticking around
* So what’d you think about coming on back around Take a little trip down memory lane
I know you’re probably about thousand miles from this town
And you always hoped you were coming back again
Oh, it’s been a while since I’ve died to see your smile
I don’t really mean we could never be friends
But I wish you could come back and tell me who was it Whiskey me or the pain?
She’s probably driving fast, drunk off her ass, flexed out of Arizona.
That girl will never come last, boy, should’ve listened when I told you.
And I don’t know what caused a whiskey meal, the pain.
Now she’s driving while dropping with the booze in her veins.
Lord only knows that girl won’t lose another race
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