Sangtekster:
Grill

be, I say wassup? Guard your grill, knuckle up, put 'em up, yup Guard your grill, knuckle up I ain't the type to give up Guard your grill, knuckle up

It's your life you say you need a change Don't all the dreams we've seen come true mean anything You say, ?It's different now? And you keep staring at

On a Mississippi mornin' My dad yelled out a warnin' Son, you better hit that cotton patch soon And on my way down to the field As I passed Old Johnson

Mr. Bourbon and coke laughs at all of my jokes When he's drinking Mr. Martini stares and he never shares What he's thinking And Miss. Sexy red wine tells

I can't have this conversation Without lots of reservations on the line If there's a way to slip around it Then I'm bound to get around it one more time

On a good day, when I think about her I only cry a couple hundred tears And on a good day, when I can't forget about her I can dull the pain with just

teeth Now show yo grill man Grill ?em, grill ?em, grill ?em (Show yo grill man) Grill ?em, grill ?em, grill ?em (Show yo grill man) Show yo grill man Show yo grill

't know, what's wrong with me Third time (third time) I moved you in, took you back In my life Why you all in my grill (why you all, in my grill) Can

I've got this dream that won't go away When I close my eyes you're there, night or day Baby, whatever it takes, I've gotta find you Are you someone I