Randy Travis Lyrics
Randy Travis Lyrics
"Smokin' The Hive Lyrics"
Poor Lil Rich Lyrics
[Verse 1] I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie My watch saying hi shorty we can
[Verse 1] I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie My watch saying hi shorty we can
I was ten years old on my grandpa's farm when it happened
After all these years i can still hear grandpa laughin'
As he applied that barnyard remedy
He passed his wisdom down to me
You don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive
I remember my first crush was on the
Superstar Lyrics
Well I spent my life dreaming super dreams But I hate to wake 'cause it's then I see That I'm nothing more than a dreamer Superstar in
preacher's daughterWell I spent my life dreaming super dreams But I hate to wake 'cause it's then I see That I'm nothing more than a dreamer Superstar in
We were smoochin' on the front porch swing that night when he caught her
We weren't expectin' him home until quarter past ten
When the good Lord taught me that lesson again
You don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive
You don't point your pistol be
A Serenade For The Tragic Lyrics
A dream become a creed, a want become a need a serenade for the tragic a lover self confessed, a circle truly blessed emotional hegemo
ore you check each chamberA dream become a creed, a want become a need a serenade for the tragic a lover self confessed, a circle truly blessed emotional hegemo
And you don't drink no you don't drink when you drive
It's just ordinary common sense to avoid that danger
You don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive
She rolled into town with rodeo,she was a beauty
And that cowboy saw you wink at her,she
Downtime Misery Lyrics
I want to hang me from the bedroom walls. I often tell it to God. I lost myself among the arizona sun. Only find that there is no o
was a cutieI want to hang me from the bedroom walls. I often tell it to God. I lost myself among the arizona sun. Only find that there is no o
The sound of jinglin' spurs caught me dead on a run
He was fit to be tied and you were under the gun
You don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive
Chorus.
No,you don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive
You're gonna get stung boy