Divine
I was raised on a hill
Oh love
Keeps a rockin
And a rollin
My time
For the heart ache
And the heart break
Countryfied
I
I'm so divine
Try and I try
For my love
I'm
Cookin' with fire
Getting real high
For my love
It's not a circuit
It's a living machine
It's a hell on wheels
It's my everything
I'm feeling kinda achey
But I wouldn't say I'm scared
And I'm headed toward the races
And I'm not the bit prepared
Wander off the highway
Find a tunnel of love
There's a river
Headed down it
Toward the pink skies above
I'm feeling kinda achey
But I wouldn't say I'm scared
And I'm strippin' off the nightfall
That brought light into this land
Through the lens I see it
It's a money machine
Workin' nine to five
Does his best to please
I'll please you in the morning
And I'll put your ass to bed
And I'm cooking in the kitchen
And I'm wishing love was dead
I preach with the choir
I'm so divine
For my love
Forget it's just some
Stupid love song
My mind
Is a fragment
Not a stupid love song
One
Two
Three
Four
I
I'm so divine
I testify
For my love
I'm
Cookin' with fire
Getting real high
For my love
I'm
Sick as the whip
I'm pretty hip
For my love
I
Preach with choir
I'm so divine
For my love
Forget it's just some
Stupid love song
My mind
Is a fragment
Not a stupid love song
So say
Goodbye
Oh love
Keeps a rockin
And a rollin
My time
For the heart ache
And the heart break
Countryfied
I
I'm so divine
Try and I try
For my love
I'm
Cookin' with fire
Getting real high
For my love
It's not a circuit
It's a living machine
It's a hell on wheels
It's my everything
I'm feeling kinda achey
But I wouldn't say I'm scared
And I'm headed toward the races
And I'm not the bit prepared
Wander off the highway
Find a tunnel of love
There's a river
Headed down it
Toward the pink skies above
I'm feeling kinda achey
But I wouldn't say I'm scared
And I'm strippin' off the nightfall
That brought light into this land
Through the lens I see it
It's a money machine
Workin' nine to five
Does his best to please
I'll please you in the morning
And I'll put your ass to bed
And I'm cooking in the kitchen
And I'm wishing love was dead
I preach with the choir
I'm so divine
For my love
Forget it's just some
Stupid love song
My mind
Is a fragment
Not a stupid love song
One
Two
Three
Four
I
I'm so divine
I testify
For my love
I'm
Cookin' with fire
Getting real high
For my love
I'm
Sick as the whip
I'm pretty hip
For my love
I
Preach with choir
I'm so divine
For my love
Forget it's just some
Stupid love song
My mind
Is a fragment
Not a stupid love song
So say
Goodbye
Credits
Writer(s): Myles Lavis
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