King
Yeah, I’m a king Yeah, I’m a king
I got the whole land on my shoulder
It’s my time and the wait is over
Feel the weight of the fate greats but you cannot relate
Cause it can’t be molded
Can you carry the praise the shame the love and the hate
When days gets get colder
I been conquering every kinda thing
So you might wanna join this side of things
So all raise for the most High YESSIR
Got the gold of the crown up YESSIR
I’m the king of the town
When the swords get waived then the trumpet sounds up YESSIR
Made it off the ground, cant never let up
They hold me down, kings always get up
High on my horse I’m ahead of the league
Cocky I’m never I’m better then the
Treat me like a king I been your majesty
Treat me like a king I been your majesty
Why my opposition always mad at me
Go get you a crown if you as bad at me
I’m a king, king, king (oh-oh,oh-oh, oh-oh)
I’m a king, king, king (oh-oh,oh-oh, oh-oh)
My crown don’t sway, King, Don’t be testing my faith, You Guessed right I’m him, I got a lot of power in my hands, Move the pawns make em dance, Gather troops in advance, I Gotta tools to make damage, Don’t make me change my stance, Can’t break down my Fortress, Couldn’t break in my focus, Pound for pound I’m gorgeous, Running the town, like Forrest, Hail to the king, All take a kneel, Heavens could sing,
The devil ain’t real, I did it for us, Took care of the bill, Paying my dues, Until I’m concealed
Treat me like a king I been your majesty
Treat me like a king I been your majesty
Why my opposition always mad at me
Go get you a crown if you as bad at me
I’m a king, king, king (oh-oh,oh-oh, oh-oh)
I’m a king, king, king (oh-oh,oh-oh, oh-oh

There’s a place down the street

Where my friends congregate
And when we sit on those bar stools
We’re not alone
10 am the lights are on
Beer’s cold, the whiskey’s strong
And we’re drowning those memories
One by one

You can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
If you’re tryin’ to hang on

To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home

The neon lights are bright
Even tho it’s past midnight
And the band’s packed up and moved on
Stare at the clock on the wall
Bartender says last call
And I start missin’ her most of all

So, you can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
So if you’re tryin’ to hang on
To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home
Too many reasons not to go back home