1884

Tryna put some whiskey bottles on the dining room shelf
Tryna do things without you
You thought of nobody but yourself
Like you ain't got shit to do
I'm pouring 1884 bourbon tryna ease the pain
Your going to the club just tryna make it rain
Pass by pass just tryna break away
Sip by sip just wasting you away
Started getting tipsy till the end of the night
County line to Nashville Imma ride till I die
Pedal to the medal I'm heading to the sky
She boutta go dick it out with another guy
Tryna put some whiskey bottles on the dining room shelf
Tryna do things without you
You thought of nobody but yourself like you ain't got shit to do
I'm pouring 1884 bourbon tryna ease the pain
You're going to the club just tryna breakaway
My heart just crashed on that eastbound lane
I'm going home just tryna ease the pain



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Writer(s): Blayk Parnell
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