Lyrics
it's been a month of sundays, since i sat in that back pew, i'm just a rusted vessel, that might need a weld, or two, i can't count the times i've counted on you, you're the foot on the break when i'm going too fast, cut to the views before it all goes bad, the voice in my head telling me not to, you're the water to the fire in this cigarette, cap to the whiskey when i can't quit, and baby girl, you ain't got a clue, the best part of me is you, i said a lot of things, when i should've bit my tongue, got so much baggage, i can't even close my trunk, but it's a damn good thing you're here to hold on to, you're the foot on the break when i'm going too fast, cut to the views before it all goes bad, the voice in my head telling me not to, you're the water to the fire in this cigarette, cap to the whiskey when i can't quit, and baby girl, you ain't got a clue, the best part of me is you, you're the foot on the break when i'm going too fast, cut to the views before it all goes bad, the voice in my head telling me not to, you're the water to the fire in this cigarette, cap to the whiskey when i can't quit, and baby girl, you ain't got a clue, yeah baby girl, you ain't got a clue, the best part of me is you, best part of me is you
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Artist: bryant, jacob