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the kings dead - simple times lyrics

i met her down in nashville
she said she wanna be a songwriter (hah)
we wrote this one song together, it was raining so hard that day. went a lil’ like this..

play it for me sunny
she was ____ing my ear
hippy hipster b-tches with morals and no fears
are you scared of being in love
with somebody you should end up with?
play it for me sunny
she was ____ing my ear
hippy hipster b-tches with morals and no fears
are you scared of being in love
with somebody you should end up with?

somebody knockin’ on the window
it’s foggy
your breathing got it cloudy up in my whip
the body of a cheerleader

used to date a ballplayer
now we in the bleachers
wit’ yo shirt off, n’ smirnoff
drinkin’ to the old days

br-break break it all the waaay down
all the right things are a long waaay gone
cuz we made it to the dark-side
oh you got your tattoos showin

headlights pointing to wherever we goin’
yeah tell me what you think about nashville
guitar hearts and cold brews baby mad real
but you movin’ to the city
cuz the lights don’t shine
in a small-town barely mad a mall wild
you just want it all
but when it all fades yo
all you got is pieces with no interest in legos
tryin’ to build a life
pretty pretty wife
watchu know about movies
the realest movie is my life!!

it’s the rebel in the city
her focus on the moon
pair of t-tties to look pretty
got em down done around noon

now she ready for the rich man
ready for the rich man
old enough to be her daddy
happy to be her man

hermes and ma____
big furs in cold weather
you could you could feel it

hope it’s good enough to steal it
she gets more then who she says
i know it’s hard for you to see it
t-tties in yo’ face mixin’ drinks with lemonade

make it strong make it strong
i just wanna be a-lone
yellin’ in the phone
tryin’ to stabilize a home

somebody knockin’ on the window
it’s foggy
your breathing it cloudy up in my whip, the body of a cheerleader
used to date a ballplayer
now we in the bleachers wit’ yo shirt off, n’ smirnoff
drinkin’ to the old days

play it for me sunny
she was tw___ting in my ear
hippy hipster b-tches with morals and no fears
are you scared of being in love, (just you?)
with somebody you should end up with?? (me?)

are you down?
then let’s go (echo)

- the kings dead lyrics

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