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Beyonce - Cowboy Carter Album Lyrics



Beyonce - Cowboy Carter Lyrics
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Ameriican Requiem

Nothin' really is

For things to say the same, they have to change again

Hello, my old friend

You change your name but not the ways you play pretend

American Requiem

Them big ideas (yeah) are buried here (yeah)

Amen



It's a lot of talkin' goin' on

While I sing my song

Can you hear me?

I said, "Do you hear me?"



Looka there, looka there, now

Looka there, looka there

Looka-looka, looka there, looka there

Looka-looka, looka there, looka there

Looka-looka, looka there, looka there (oh, yeah)

Looka-looka, looka there, looka there



It's a lot of chatter in here

But let me make myself clear (oh)

Can you hear me? (Huh)

Or, do you fear me? (Ah)



Can we stand for something?

Now is the time to face the wind (ow)

Covered in peace and love, y'all

Oh, a lot of takin' up space

Salty tears beyond my gaze

Can you stand me?

(Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?) Ooh-ah

Can we stand? (Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?)

Can you stand with me? (Can you stand me? Can you stand by me?)



Can we stand for something?

Now is the time to face the wind

Now ain't the time to pretend

Now is the time to let love in



Thinking to myself (to myself)

Oh, it's a lot of talkin' goin' on, uh

While I sing my song, yeah

Do you hear me when I say?

Do you hear me when I say?



Looka there, looka there

Looka, look

Looka-looka-looka-looka-looka-looka

Looka there, looka there

L-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-looka there

Oh, looka there, looka there

Looka there, looka there

(Can you stand me? Can you stand me?) La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

(Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand by me?)



Can we stand for something? (Yeah)

Now is the time to face the wind

(Now is the time to face the wind)

Now ain't the time to pretend

Now is the time to let love in (to let love in)

Together, can we stand?



Looka there, liquor in my hand

The grandbaby of a moonshine man

Gadsden, Alabama

Got (?) and rooted in Louisiana

They used to say I spoke, "Too country"

Then the rejection came, said I wasn't country 'nough

Said I wouldn't saddle up, but

If that ain't country, tell me, what is?

Plant my bare feet on solid ground for years

They don't, don't know how hard I had to fight for this

When I sing my song



(When I sing my song, oh, they go ham)

(When the angels come and take my hand)

(Oh, no)



Goodbye to what has been

Pretty house that we never settled in

A funeral for fair-weather friends

I am the one that cleansed me of my father's sins

American Requiem

Them big ideas (yeah) are buried here (yeah)

Amen
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Writer: Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Blackbiird


Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these broken wings and learn to fly

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arise

(You were only waiting for this moment to arise)



Blackbird singing in the dead of night (dead of night, night)

Take these sunken eyes and learn to see (learn to see all of your life)

All your life (life)

You were only waiting for this moment to be free



Blackbird fly (blackbird, blackbird, fly, fly, fly, fly)

Blackbird fly (blackbird, blackbird, fly, fly, fly, fly)

Into the light of a dark, black night



Blackbird fly (fly)

Blackbird fly (fly)

Into the light of a dark, black night



Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these broken wings and learn to fly (learn to fly, learn to fly)

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arise



You were only waiting for this moment to arise

You were only waiting for this moment to arise
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Writer: Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




16 CARRIAGES

Sixteen carriages drivin' away
While I watch them ride with my dreams away
To the summer sunset on a holy night
On a long black road, all the tears I fight
Sixteen carriages drivin' away
While I watch them ride with my dreams away
To the summer sunset on a holy night
On a long black road, all the tears I fight

At fifteen, the innocence was gone astray
Had to leave my home at an early age
I saw Mama prayin', I saw Daddy grind
All my tender problems, had to leave behind

It's been umpteen summers and I'm not in my bed
On the back of the bus and a bunk with the band
Goin' so hard, gotta choose myself
Underpaid and overwhelmed
I might cook, clean, but still won't fold
Still workin' on my life, you know
Only God knows, only God knows
Only God knows

Sixteen carriages drivin' away
While I watch them ride with my fears away
To the summer sunset on a holy night
On a long back road, all the tears I fight
Sixteen carriages drivin' away
While I watch them ride with my fears away
To the summer sunset on a holy night
On a long back road, all the tears I fight

Sixteen dollars, workin' all day
Ain't got time to waste, I got art to make
I got love to create on this holy night
They won't dim my light, all these years I fight

It's been thirty-eight summers and I'm not in my bed
On the back of the bus and a bunk with the band
Goin' so hard, now I miss my kids
Overworked and overwhelmed
I might cook, clean, but still won't fold
Still workin' on my life, you know
Only God knows, only God knows
Only God knows

Sixteen carriages driving away
While I watch them ride with my fears away
To the summer sunset on a holy night
On a long back road, all the tears I fight
Sixteen carriages driving away
While I watch them ride with my fears away
To the summer sunset on a holy night
On a long back road, all these tears I fight

Ooh, ooh
Ooh

At fifteen, the innocence was gone astray
Had to take care of home at an early age
I saw Mama cryin', I saw Daddy lyin'
Had to sacrifice and leave my fears behind
The legacy, if it's the last thing I do
You'll remember me 'cause we got somethin' to prove
In your memory, on a highway to truth
Still see our faces when you close your eyes

Sixteen carriages drivin' away
While I watch them ride with my dreams away
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Writer: Atia Boggs, Beyonce Knowles, Dave Hamelin, Raphael Saadiq
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing




Protector

[ Featuring Rumi Carter ]

Mom, can you let me hear the lullaby, please?



And there I was tangled up in merrigold

We were listening to the reverend children singing

Sing, sing, sing, (huh), sing (yeah), sing, sing)

Humming low as the garden river flows

While the August light becomes a golden evenin' (evenin'), yeah



And I will lead you down that road if you lose your way

Born to be your protector, mmh

Even though I know someday you're gonna shine on your own

I will be your projector, mmh, mhm



An apricot picked right off a given tree

I gave water to the soil and now it feeds me, yeah, yeah (yeah)

And there you are, shaded underneath it all

I feel proud of who I am because you need me, yeah (yeah)



And I will lead you down that road if you lose your way, uh

Born to be your protector, 'tor, mmh

Even though I know someday you're gonna shine on your own

I will be your projector, mhm

And even though I know someday you're gonna shine on your own

I will be your projector, projector, projector



I first saw your face in your father's gaze

There's a long line of hands carryin' your name, ooh

Liftin' you up so you will be raised



Even though I know someday you're gonna shine on your own

I will be your projector, yeah, yeah

And even though I know someday you're gonna shine on your own

I will be your protector, born to be your protector



Okay



(Hey, watch out)
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Writer: Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




My Rose

How many times have you let yourself get you down?

Let yourself get you down, my dear



So many roses but none to be picked without thorns

So be fond of your flaws, dear

La-la-la-la-la-la, love you

La-la-la-la-la-la, love you

La-la-la-la-la-la, I just hope you love yourself like that

And I really hope the best for you

You're my love, my sweetie pie, my baby, you're my heart

I hope

Oh, I hope
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Writer: Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Smoke Hour Willie Nelson

[ Featuring Willie Nelson ]

(People grinnin' in your face)

(That's why I'm going to the river to wash my sins away)

(Maybellene, why can't you be true?)

(Come on, baby, it's time to rock)

(Don't let go, don't let go)



Welcome to the smoke hour on KNTRY radio Texas

You know my name, no need to know yours

Now for this next tune, I want y'all sit back, inhale

And go to that good place your mind likes to wander off to

And if you don't wanna go, go find yourself a jukebox

Thank you
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Writer: Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




TEXAS HOLD EM

This ain't Texas (woo), ain't no hold 'em (hey)
So lay your cards down, down, down, down
So park your Lexus (woo) and throw your keys up (hey)
Stick around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round (stick around)
And I'll be damned if I can't slow dance with you
Come pour some sugar on me, honey too
It's a real life boogie and a real life hoedown
Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now, woo, huh (woo)

There's a tornado (there's a tornado) in my city (in my city)
Hit the basement (hit the basement), that shit ain't pretty (shit ain't pretty)
Rugged whiskey (rugged whiskey) 'cause we survivin' ('cause we survivin')
Off red cup kisses, sweet redemption, passin' time, yeah

Ooh, one step to the right
We headin' to the dive bar we always thought was nice
Ooh, run me to the left
Then spin me in the middle, boy, I can't read your mind

This ain't Texas (woo), ain't no hold 'em (hey)
So lay your cards down, down, down, down
So park your Lexus (woo) and throw your keys up (hey)
Stick around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round (stick around)
And I'll be damned if I can't slow dance with you
Come pour some sugar on me, honey too
It's a real life boogie and a real life hoedown
Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now (woo)

And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you
Come pour some liquor on me, honey too
It's a real life boogie and a real life hoedown
Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now (woo)

Woo-hoo
Woo-hoo
Woo-hoo

There's a heatwave (there's a heatwave) coming at us (coming at us)
Too hot to think straight (too hot to think straight)
Too cold to panic (cold to panic)
All of the problems just feel dramatic (just feel dramatic)
And now we're runnin' to the first spot that we find, yeah

Ooh, one step to the right
We headin' to the dive bar we always thought was nice
Ooh, you run to the left
Just work me in the middle, boy, I can't read your mind

This ain't Texas (woo), ain't no hold 'em (hey)
So lay your cards down, down, down, down, oh
So park your Lexus (hey), throw your keys up (hey)
Stick around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round (stick around)
And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you
Come pour some sugar on me, honey, too
It's a real life boogie and a real life hoedown
Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now (woo)

And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you
Come pour some liquor on me honey, too
It's a real life boogie and a real life hoedown
Don't be a-, come take it to the floor now, ooh

Take it to the floor now, ooh
Hoops, spurs, boots
To the floor now, ooh
Tuck, back, oops (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Shoot
Come take it to the floor now, ooh
And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you
Baby, pour that sugar and liquor on me too
Furs, spurs, boots
Solargenic, photogenic, shoot
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Writer: Beyonce Knowles, Brian Bates, Elizabeth Lowell Boland, Megan Buelow, Nathan Ferraro, Raphael Saadiq
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Bodyguard

One, two, three, four

Ooh-ee-ooh, ahh

Ooh-ee-ooh



So sweet, I give you kisses in the backseat

I whisper secrets in the backbeat

You make me cry, you make me happy, happy (happy)

Leave my lipstick on the cigarette

You toss it and you stomp it out, oh, oh

Inhalin' whiskey when you kiss my neck

We been hurtin', but it's happy out, uh-oh, ohh



They couldn't have me

And they never will

And sometimes I hold you closer

Just to know you're real

Wheels in the gravel

Davis in my bones

Sometimes I take a day off

Just to turn you on, on, ohh



Honey, honey

I can be your bodyguard (hey)

Oh, honey, honey

I can be your Kevlar (huh)

Oh, honey, honey

I can be your lifeguard (hey)

Ooh, honey, honey

You should let me ride shotgun, shotgun, ohh-ohh-ohh



Be your best friend

I'll protect you in the moshpit

And I'll defend you when they gossip

You know how people like to start shit

And pop shit

I don't like the way she's lookin' at you

Somebody better hold me back, oh-oh

Chargin' ten for a double and I'm talkin'

I'm 'bout to lose it

Turn around and John Wayne that ass (one, two, three, four)



They couldn't catch you (from me)

And they never will (you see)

And sometimes I hold you closer

Just to know you're real (ahh)

Tell me your problems (I got you)

I take how you feel (huh)

I show you an exit when you're restless

I'll take the wheel, ooh, ohh, ohh



Honey, honey

You can be my bodyguard (hey)

Uh, oh, honey, honey

Will you let me ride a shotgun, shotgun? Ohh-ohh-ohh



Ohh

Ohh, whoa

Ohh, ohh-ohh



I can be your bodyguard

Please let me be your Kevlar, huh

Baby, et me be your lifeguard

Would you let me ride shotgun, shotgun? Shotgun? Ohh-ohh-ohh



One, two, three, four
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Writer: Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Dolly P

(Jolene)



Hey, Miss Honey B, it's Dolly P

You know that hussy with the good hair you sang about?

Reminded me of someone I knew back when

Except she has flamin' locks of auburn hair, bless her heart

Just a hair of a different color but it hurts just the same
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Writer: Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Jolene

(Jolene)

(Jolene)



Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene

I'm warnin' you, don't come for my man (Jolene)

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene

Don't take the chance because you think you can



You're beautiful beyond compare

Takes more than beauty and seductive stares

To come between a family and a happy man

Jolene, I'm a woman too

The games you're play are nothing new

So you don't want no heat with me, Jolene

We been deep in love for twenty years

I raised that man, I raised his kids

I know my man better than he knows himself (uh, wait)

I can easily understand why you're attracted to my man

But you don't want this smoke

So shoot your shot with someone else (you heard me)



Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene

I'm warnin' you, woman, find you your own man

Jolene, I know I'm a queen, Jolene

I'm still a Creole banjee bitch from Louisiana (don't try me)



There's a thousand girls in every room

That act as desperate as you do

You a bird, go on and sing your tune, Jolene (what?)

I had to have this talk with you

'Cause I hate to have to act a fool

Your peace depends on how you move, Jolene



Me and my man crossed those valleys

Highs and lows and everything between

Good be rollin' like tumbling weeds

I sleep good happy 'cause you can't dig up our planted seeds

I know my man's gon' stand by me breathing in my gentle breeze



I crossed those valleys

Highs and lows and everything between

Good be rollin' like tumbling weeds

Sleep good and happy 'cause you can't dig up our planted seeds

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene

I'ma stand by her, she gon' stand by me, Jolene



I'ma stand by him, he gon' stand by me

(I'ma stand by her, she gon' stand by me)

I'ma stand by him, he gon' stand by me, Jolene
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Writer: Dolly Parton, Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Daughter

Your body laid out on these filthy floors

Your bloodstain's on my custom coutures

Bathroom attendant let me right in

She was a big fan

I really tried to stay cool

But your arrogance disturbed my solitude

Now I ripped your dress and you're all black and blue

Look what you made me do



They keep sayin' that I ain't nothin' like my father

But I'm the furthest thing from choir boys and altars

If you cross me, I'm just like my father

I am colder than Titanic water



Help me, Lord, from these fantasies in my head

They ain't ever been safe ones

I don't fellowship with these fake ones

So let's travel to white chapels and sing hymns

Hold rosaries and singing stained-glass symphonies

Cleanse me, Holy Trinity, from this marijuana smoke smell in my hair



I sashay'd in my dress

Did my best impression of a damsel in distress

This alcohol and smell of regret

Allured my catch

Outfit too small to hide my scars

Feelin' bottled up like bottle service broads

How long can he hold his breath before his death?



Caro mio ben

Credimi almen

Senza di te

Languisce il cor

Il tuo fedel

Sospira ognor

Cessa, crudel

Tanto rigor

Ooh

Ooh



Help me, Lord, from these fantasies in my head

They ain't ever been safe ones

I don't fellowship with these fake ones

So let's travel to white chapels and sing hymns

Hold rosaries, singing stained-glass symphonies

Cleanse me, Holy Trinity, from this marijuana smoke smell in my hair



Say I'm nothin' like my father

But I'm the furthest thing from choir boys and altars

Double cross me, I'm just like my father

I am colder than Titanic water
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Writer: Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Spaghettii

[ Featuring Linda Martell, Shaboozey ]

Genres are a funny little concept, aren't they?

Yes, they are

That Beyoncé Virgo shit

In theory, they have a simple definition that's easy to understand

But in practice, well, some may feel confined

I swear for God is 'bout to hit

Jheeze, oh

Ah, woop-woop

Right (right, right)

Right (right, right), oh



I ain't in no gang but I got shooters and I bang-bang (goddamn)

At the snap of my fingers, I'm Thanos, da-na, da-na

And I'm still on your head, cornrows, da-na, da-na (right)

They call me the captain, the catwalk assassin (come on)

When they know it's slappin' then here come the yappin'

All of the snitchin' and all of this bitchin'

Just a fishin' expedition, dumb ambition in the kitchen

Cookin' up them chickens, extra leg, but I ain't even tryna kick it

Cunty, country, petty, petty, petty

All the same to me, Plain Jane, spaghetti

No sauce, no sauce, uh, too soft, too soft, uh

They salty, they shootin' like Curry (one, two, three)

One hand on my holster then pass it to Hova

Thought it was sweet when they was walkin' in the backdoor of the kitchen

Past the dirty dishes, now we on a mission

Tried turned me to the opposition, I'm appalled 'bout the proposition

Y'all been played by the plagiaristic

Ain't gon' get no clout addiction, my attention

I ain't no regular singer, now come get everythin' you came for



I ain't in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang-bang (come on)

Conceal, up your flame, ain't no game, I'll pierce your heart

I ain't in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang-bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (Beyoncé, Beyoncé, right here)



(Beyoncé, right there, right there, right on the side there)

(Beyoncé, on your right, please, on your right)

(Beyoncé, on your right) come get everythin' you came for



Ay, howl to the moon (howl to the moon)

Howl to the moon

Outlaws with me, they gon' shoot

Keep the code, break the rules (break the rules)

We gon' ride for every member that we lose (yeah)

Someone here brought fire, ain't no tellin' who

Play it cool

Know the lawman watchin' me every time I move (move)

Bounty on my head, can't go rich, they on my shooters

No matter what the charges is, we ain't gon' tell the truth
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Writer: Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Alliigator Tears

High tides in the city, I'm in too deep
And I'm runnin' on fear
Oh, dear, you and your alligator tears
Works me over and through

You say move a mountain
And I'll throw on my boots
You say stop the river from runnin'
I'll build a dam or two
You say change religions
Now I spend Sundays with you
Somethin' 'bout those tears of yours
How does it feel to be adored?

You and your alligator tears
You and those alligator tears
You
Somethin' 'bout those tears of yours
How does it feel to be adored?

Sunrise in the morning, you're all I need
And all I need is rain or the roots get weak
Sweet things need time to grow
Thinkin' about leaving? Hell no
Squeeze every ounce of love from my body, yеah

You say move a mountain
And I'll throw on my boots
You say stop the river from runnin'
I'll build a dam or two
You say changе religion
Now I spend Sundays with you
Somethin' 'bout those tears of yours
How does it feel to be adored?

I adore you, I adore you, I adore you, I adore you
Those alligator tears
I adore you, I adore you, I adore you, I adore you
Your alligator tears
I adore you, I adore you, I adore you, I adore
Alligator tears
I adore, I adore you, I adore you, I adore, I adore (How does it feel to be adored?)
Alligator tears
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




Smoke Hour II

[ Featuring Willie Nelson ]

(People grinnin' in your face)

(That's why I'm going to the river to wash my sins away)

(Maybellene, why can't you be true?)

(Come on, baby, it's time to rock)

(Don't let go, don't let go)



Welcome to the smoke hour on KNTRY radio Texas

You know my name, no need to know yours

Now for this next tune, I want y'all sit back, inhale

And go to that good place your mind likes to wander off to

And if you don't wanna go, go find yourself a jukebox

Thank you
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Writer: Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Just for Fun

[ Featuring Willie Jones ]

I'm goin' out loud just for fun, I am the man, I know it

And everywhere I go they know my name

So I laugh and I lie and the coyotes cry

And, uh, time moves quickly and so do I, so do I

So I'll say my goodbye



'Cause time heals everything

I don't need anything

Hallelujah

I pray to her



Here's to hoping I'll fall fast asleep tonight

And I'll just need to get through this

Born in the darkness, who brings the light?

And I just, I need to get through this

Oh, just getting used to it



I'm goin' down south just for fun, I am the man, I know it

And everywhere I go, I hide my face

From the cowboys and clovers, and the rodeo circus

I came here for a reason, but I don't know the purpose

It's all under the surface



But time heals everything

I don't need anything

Hallelujah

I pray to her



Here's to hoping I'll fall fast asleep tonight

And I'll just need to get through this

Born in the darkness, who brings the light?

And I just, I need to get through this

Oh, just getting used to it



'Cause time heals everything

I don't need anything

Hallelujah

I pray to her

I pray to her
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Writer: Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




II Most Wanted

[ Featuring Miley Cyrus ]

[Miley Cyrus & Beyoncé]
Know we're jumping the gun, but we're both still young
One day, we won't be
Didn't know what I want 'til I saw your face
Say goodbye to the old me

Came out of nowhere, didn't give no warnin'
Pedal so heavy like the two most wanted
And I don't know what you're doin' tonight
But I

[Beyoncé & Miley Cyrus]
I'll be your shotgun rider
'Til the day I die
Smoke out the window flyin'
Down the 405
I'll be your backseat baby, drivin' you crazy
Anytime you like
Woah, I'll be your shotgun rider
'Til the day I, 'til the day I die

[Miley Cyrus & Beyoncé]
Making waves in the wind with my empty hand
My other hand on you
Been a while since I haven't tried to pull away
But it's time for something new

[Beyoncé & Miley Cyrus]
Came out of nowhere, didn't give no warnin'
Pedal so heavy like the two most wanted
And I don't know what you're doin' tonight
But I

I'll be your shotgun rider
'Til the day I die
Smoke out the window flyin'
Down the 405
Yeah, I'll be your backseat baby, drivin' you crazy
Anytime you like, woah
I'll be your shotgun rider
'Til the day I, 'til the day I die

('Til the day I, 'til the day I, 'til the day I die)
'Til the day I die
('Til the day I, 'til the day I, 'til the day I die)

I know we're jumpin' the gun and we're both still young
But one day, we won't be
I'll go wherever you take me, seems kinda crazy
Ooh, oh

Came out of nowhere, didn't give no warnin'
Pedal so heavy like the two most wanted
And I don't know what you're doin' tonight
But I

I'll be your shotgun rider
'Til the day I die
Smoke out the window flyin'
Down the 405
Yeah, I'll be your backseat baby, drivin' you crazy
Anytime you like, woah
I'll be your shotgun rider
'Til the day I, 'til the day I die

('Til the day I, 'til the day I, 'til the day I die)
'Til the day I die
('Til the day I, 'til the day I, 'til the day I die)

I know we're jumpin' the gun and we're both still young
But one day, we won't be
I'll go wherever you take me, seems kinda crazy
Ooh, oh

I'll be your shotgun rider
'Til the day I die
We're gettin' high 'til we don't realize
Time is passin' by
Yeah, I'll be your backseat baby, I'm drivin' you crazy
Anytime you like, oh, oh
I'll be your shotgun rider
'Til the day I, 'til the day I die

('Til the day I, 'til the day I, 'til the day I die)
'Til the day I die
('Til the day I, 'til the day I, 'til the day I die)
Mm, oh
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Writer: Beyonce Knowles, Miley Ray Cyrus, Ryan Tedder, Michael Pollack
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Leviis Jeans

[ Featuring Post Malone ]

You call me pretty little thing

And I love to turn him on

Boy, I'll let you be my Levi jeans

So you can hug that ass all day long

Call me your sexy little thing

Snap a picture, bring it on

Know you wish you were my Levi jeans

Way it's poppin' out your phone

Love you down to the bone



Baby, you play too much (you play too much)

Sendin' me super shots (doin' shots)

I'm lookin' super hot (too hot)

I got the perfect pose (she snappin')

I'm a f*ckin' animal (she sexy)

I'm a f*ckin' centerfold (she ready)

Saddle up, I love to go (saddle up, saddle up, saddle up, saddle up)

Too tough, no primadonna

Possess too much persona

You said, "Where you get that from?" (From)

You need to meet my mama

She be at church all day (all day)

Come be my Nick at Nite (night, night, night, night)

So we can run it back (back, back, back, back, back)

And be nostalgia-like, and (like, like, like, like, like)

Every time I see you, I just wanna grab you (you, you)

And I let you touch it and you can't let it loose (oh, oh)

Mocha chocolata, caramelo, I act a fool

Every hour on the hour, it's waitin' for you



Call me pretty little thing

And I love to turn 'em on

Boy, I'll let you be my Levi jeans

So you can hug that ass all day long (that ass all day long)

Call me your sexy little thing

Snap a picture, bring it on

Ooh, girl, I wish I was your Levi's jeans

The way you poppin' out my phone

I love you down to the bone



Baby, you know I'm on my bullshit (bullshit)

I'll let you ride it

Rodeo in your room

That shoe breaks lose with perfect timin' (perfect timin')

Love it when you tease me in them jeans

Girl, you don't need designer

And when that thing on hydroplane, baby girl, you the pilot

And I ramble on, I could go on

But I'm goin' on sight (goin' on sight)

So hop out the phone and bring that shit on

'Cause I'm goin' old style (I'm goin' old style)

And every time hyou know just what to do (mh)

No one ever got me goin' quite like you



Baby, let me rattle that snake with my venom

Denim on denim on denim on denim

Give you high fashion in a simple white tee

Give you these blues, it's in my genes

And on my sister, I'm Celestine

Got life shinin' through the in-between

Thigh gap saddle his leather seats



Come on, you pretty little thing

Girl, I wanna take you home

You know I'd like to be your Levi's jeans (I'll be your Levi jeans)

So I can hug that ass all day long (oh, baby, hold me all day long)

Call me your sexy little thing (I'll be your sexy little thing)

Snap a picture, bring it on (snap a picture, bring it on)

Oh, girl, I wish I was your Levi's jeans

The way you poppin' out my phone

I love you down to the bone



Ooh, I love you, baby, yeah, you drive me crazy

Need you all night long, you're my Renaissance

Baby, lovin' you, that's all I see

In this crazy world, you're the best of things
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Writer: Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Flamenco

My mind has been tellin' me to settle right on down (ooh)

Right now

Day ones have been tellin' me that they won't be around (ooh)

They won't be around



I hope that you know that once I loved you out (oh)

I wish that I know you let me wonder how (oh)

I hope that God knows that I'm in need of help right now (ooh)

Right about now



My soul is remindin' me that we're forever young, ooh

Mmh, ooh

Inhale and exhale my breath until the deed is done

Right about now, ay, oh



I hope that you know once it's over

Can't take what's your love so hold me closer

Realize what you don't know what you got until it's gone

Right about now
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Writer: Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




The Linda Martell Show

[ Featuring Linda Martell ]

Okay, thank you so very much

Ladies and gentlemen

This particular tune stretches across a range of genres

And that's what makes it a unique listening experience

Yes, indeed, it's called YA YA
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Writer: Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Ya Ya

Hello, girls (hello, Beyoncé)

Hello, fellas (you're pretty swell)

Those petty ones can't f*ck with me (why?)

'Cause I'm a clever girl, we snappin'

(Pretty please) toms, please

We wanna welcome you to the Beyoncé Cowboy Carter: Act II, ah

And The Rodeo Chitlin' Circuit

We gon' make it do what it do, ya-ya

Put them hands together



We clappin'

We drummin'

(Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) oh, ya-ya-ya

(Oh, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) oh

Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (oh, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)

Ya-ya-ya-ya (oh, ya)

(Ya-ya) B-E-Y-I-N-C-E, yeah



My family lived and died in America, hm

Good ol' USA (fellow USA), shit

Whole lotta red and then white and blue, huh

History can't be erased, ooh-oh

You lookin' for a new America (America)

Are you tired, working time and a half for half the pay?

Ya-ya (have to pay, ooh-oh)

I just pray that we don't crash

Keep my Bible on the dash, we gotta keep the faith

Wildfire burnt his house down

Insurance ain't gon' pay no Fannie Mae, shit

So hold this holster, pour more liquor, please

Hardworkin' men ain't got no money in the bank, ha, the ya-ya

Turn up the vinyl and the radio (radio)

He can't watch the news nowadays, oh (nowadays)

I just pray that he don't crash

Keep this pistol on the dash, we gotta keep the faith



She's pickin' up good vibrations

He's lookin' for sweet sensations

Ladies? (yeah?)

F*ck it



We shakin' (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)

We swimmin' (oh, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, a-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)

We jerkin' (oh, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, a-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)

We twerkin' (oh, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, oh, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)

You wanna touch it, don't you?

Come get this genie in the bottle (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)

Come rub it, won't you? (Oh, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)

I pop it

I'm walkin' like I talk it (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)

I got your squares foggin' (oh)

Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, oh



Let loose

So what you do, babe? Good God

I don't wanna hear no ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya

I got your (?) Right here

Put your lips on my lips

And strum me like a guitar

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, you got me movin', boy

You got me, ooh, in your mind, oh, what you doin'?

Put them bass to bed (oh-oh)

And spread out the sheets (oh)

Got you up all night and now you don't wanna leave

I can soothe your pain, yeah

When I'm long gone you'll call my name, yeah

World of Wind got you excited

It's givin' me the faith



I'm pickin' up good vibrations, ooh

He's givin' me sweet sensations, oh

(B-e-y-i-n-c-e, ah)

We gon' bust it down

From Texas (from Texas)

To Gary (to Gary)

All the way down to New York City (New York City)

Give me a kiss

Big daddy you so pretty (so pretty)



Got this slugs in my mouth when I'm done I'll take them out

(Got this slugs In my mouth when I'm done I'll take them out) ooh

Baby, if you ain't got no grits get the f*ck up out this house

(If you ain't got no grits get the f*ck up out this house)

Life is comin' at me fast, keep my Bible on the dash

Keep this pistol in my seat just in case I gotta blast

I just wanna shake my ass (have a blast)

Ooh

I just wanna shake my ass (have a blast)

Ooh, vibratin'

And loverboy, you're so fine

Ooh, you got me losin' my mind

With you, I gotta keep the faith

Ohh

We gotta keep the faith

Oh, bo

Oh, whoa
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Writer: Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Oh Louisiana

Oh-whoa, ohh

Ohh, Louisiana

I stayed away from you too long

Oh, Louisiana

How can a true love go so wrong?

She put me in chains and in sorrow

And I come home tomorrow

To Louisiana
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Writer: Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Desert Eagle

(Do-si-do, do-si-do)

(Do-si-do, do-si-do) ooh

(Do-si-do, do-si-do)



Soft to the touch, let you hold somethin'

Let you get a handful

Baby, she's a whole lot of woman

Soft kisses on some fat lips

It's yours, baby, you can crash here, come here

Cash out on a video

Make 'em Cash App to see the rodeo, yeah

Put on a show and make it nasty

Desert Eagle in the backseat

Everything bigger in Texas

Big body, bust it open, feed you breakfast

Catch me in the bathroom on a sink tile

Baby, let me sink into your arms

Drink me 'til it's done, eat it up



Oh, keep it classy, let you love me like a lady, yeah

Do-si-do it, it get creamy in the middle, yeah

One bite and the box is yours

Sugar high, you gon' want some more

Ah-da-do-si-do (do-si)

Ah-da-do-si-do-si-do

Da-do-si-do (do-si)

Ah-da-do-si-do (do-si-do, do-si-do, do-si-do, do-si-do)
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Writer: Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Riiverdance

Dance

Dance

Dance

Dance

Dance

Dance

Dance

Dance



Bounce on that shit, dance (dance)

Bounce on that shit, dance (dance)

Bounce on that shit, dance (dance)

Bounce on that shit, no hands

Bounce on that shit, dance (dance)

Bounce on that shit, dance (dance)

Bounce on that shit, dance (dance)

Bounce on that shit, no hands



Runnin' through the river

Runnin' through the river with you, dance (dance)

Runnin' through the river

Runnin' through the river with you, dance (dance)



Staring down the barrel of this gun

Yes, he shot me down

I died and someone brought me back to life

But never to my senses



Bounce on that shit, dance (dance)

Bounce on that shit, dance (dance)

Bounce on that shit, dance (dance)

Bounce on that shit, no hands



Staring down the barrel of my gun

Yes, I shot you down

He cried the day he realized that lies

Were hidden in my kisses



Bounce on that shit, dance (dance)

Bounce on that shit, dance (dance)

Bounce on that shit, dance (dance)

Bounce on that shit, no hands



He was tangled in my arms

He was my mess, my ball of string

I would give him everything

My thunderstorm and second chances



Bounce on that shit, dance (dance)

Bounce on that shit, dance (dance)

Bounce on that shit, dance (dance)

Bounce on that shit, no hands



Runnin' through the river

Runnin' through the river with you, dance

Bounce on that shit, dance (dance)

Bounce on that shit, no hands



We fight but we must make amends

Arrest me and read me my rights

I plan to steal your heart again

On Saturday and Sunday night



Bounce on that shit, dance (dance)

Bounce on that shit, dance (dance)

Bounce on that shit, dance (dance)

Bounce on that shit, no hands



Wrap me 'round your little finger

Wrap me 'round your wedding ring

Your words dictate the shape my body makes

Ain't that the scary thing?



Bounce on that shit, dance (oh)

Bounce on that shit, dance (dance)

Bounce on that shit, dance (dance)

Bounce on that shit, no hands



Runnin' through the river (dance)

Runnin' through the river with you, dance (dance)

Bounce on that shit, dance (dance)

Bounce on that shit, no hands



Staring down the barrel of his gun

Yes, he shot me down

I died, but then I came back to life

But never to my senses, hey

We fight but then we make amends

Arrest me and read me my rights (hey)

I plan to steal your heart again

On Saturday and Sunday night (dance)



Bounce on that shit, dance (dance)

Bounce on that shit, dance (we dance)

Bounce on that shit, dance (we dance)

Bounce on that shit, no hands



The day I met you, I remember everything

I wrote it down

Your smile was gold, your fade was fresh

Your eyes were such a shade of brown



Bounce on that shit, dance

Bounce on that shit, dance

Bounce on that shit, dance

Bounce on that shit, no hands



You press your way onto my chest

You hear the speed my heart will beat

Seconds drag like days

Whenever you don't wanna talk, I'll speak



Bounce on that shit, dance (dance, ooh)

Bounce on that shit, dance (dance, dance)

Bounce on that shit, dance (do the dance)

Bounce on that shit, no hands (do the dance, dancing again)



Runnin' through the river

Runnin' through the river with you, dance

Runnin' through the river

Runnin' through the river

Runnin' through the river (runnin', runnin')

Runnin' through the river with you, dance (runnin')

Runnin' through the river

Runnin' through the river (ooh)



Bounce on that shit, dance (dance)

Bounce on that shit, dance (dance)

Bounce on that shit, dance (dance)

Bounce on that shit, no hands
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Writer: Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




II Hands II Heaven

Bottle in my hand, the whiskey up high

Two hands to Heaven, wild horses run wild, oh

God only knows why, though

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Rhinestones and diamonds both shine in the light

Two hands to Heaven, my whiskey up high, oh

Only God, only God knows why though (oh, oh, oh)



In the Arizona heat, summer flings on your bedside

Slip into my dreams every night, be the good guy

Who am I to judge, my baby? Uh-uh

Who am I to love, my baby? Uh-uh

Purple-coloured mink, sugarcane hittin' them sixteen switches

Candy apple green, candy paint, swirling twenty-four inch spinners (swirl)

Don't judge me, baby, ha

You would never judge me, baby



Bottle in my hand, my whiskey up high

Two hands to Heaven, coyotes run wild, oh (oh, oh)

God only, God only knows why, though (why? Why? Why?)

Ten thousand steps towards the time of your life

Two hands to Heaven, my whiskey up high, oh

Oh, God only, God only knows why, though

Why, though? Why, though?



Two hands to Heaven

I pray priest forgive my soul

Lovely daggers pierced my heart many moons ago

Toxic roses chased by wolves and carnivores

Lost virgins with broken wings that will regrow



I'm a stallion runnin', no candle in the wind

You won't ever see me comin' or goin' but you'll know whenever I'm here

Dancin' in the moonlight, catchin' every breeze

My feet on the dashboard, now go really fast, boy

Ever since I went to mother

Ain't no trouble on my mind (on my mind, on my mind)

Send your sweet soul to Las Vegas

Singin' "I will carry on"

Carry on, carry on

Carry on, carry on

Singin', "I will carry on"



Ten thousand steps towards the time of your life

Two hands to Heaven, my whiskey up high, oh (oh, oh)

God only, God only knows why, though (why? Why?)

Rhinestones and diamonds both shine in the light

Two hands up to Heaven, coyotes run wild, oh

God only, God only knows why, though (God only, God only knows why, though)



Two hands to Heaven

I pray priest forgive my soul

Lovely daggers pierced my heart many moons ago

Toxic roses chased by wolves and carnivores

Lost virgins with broken wings that will regrow



Swirl

Baby, I've been waitin'

My whole life

For you and I



This the real you, ooh

This the real me, ooh

They can't do nothin' but envy, huh

Bless, please

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Your love run through me like lava

Throw my fit over these hips

You grip, I grind

And taste this wine, I'ma taste what's mine

'Cause I'ma take what's mine

Wander whatever, wherever's fine

Like water, ooh

Wherever you wanna go, that's fine with me

I'll never stop you, you never stop me

From bein' whatever we need to be

And in these dark times, I'm so glad that this love is blinding

'Cause all I see is the best of you and all you see is the best of me

And you bring out the best of me

And all I see is everything

Your goals, your glow, your inner being

And our bigger meaning

So, let's lose us in these sheets, yeah

And when I get up to walk, I wanna feel weak, yeah

Look, I ain't goin' far (ain't goin' far)

So, stay where you are (stay where you are)

Feel like you partied in Venus and we woke up in Mars (baby)

I been waitin' my whole life (I've been waiting)

My whole life

I'm gonna give you the best years of your life (for you and I)

You and I



Baby, I've been waitin'

My whole life

For you and I
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Writer: Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Tyrant

Cowboy Carter

Time to strike a match and

Light up this juke joint



One-one-one by one, you hang them high

Your hands are steady and you sleep at night

How did you turn your heart to stone?

I don't want him back but I can't let go

Hangman, answer me now

You owe me a debt, you stole him from me

I hated you once, I envy you now

Just tell me how, tell me how



(D.A. got that-)



Ooh, she got that water, hangman got that water

Don't don't like you don't know

Giddy up, giddy up (D.A. got that dope)

Don't pay me in gold, giddy up, giddy up

Back outside, I'm on the road, giddy up, giddy up, hey

When the sun goes down (at night, night, hey)

You can hear her body howl (in the moonlight, giddy up, hey)

I feel her eyein' me like owls (giddy up, giddy up, hey)

Hide your man when the hangman come in town (ooh, yes)



She's a tyrant every time I ride it, every time I ride it

Make it look so good, tryna justify it

Boy, I know they're lookin' for me, how we gonna hide it?

Ride it like hydraulics, I am such a tyrant

Every time I ride it, every time I ride this

I don't like to sit up in the saddle, boy, I glide it

Just relax, I got this, I got that exotic

Hips are so hypnotic, I am such a tyrant



Send me some shots, are you with me or not? Throw it back

Shoot up the bar

Then tell the law we don't remember nothin' after that

Scot-free (scot-free), oh, city after me

On the scene, a five nine, thick and fine, what a tragedy

Hey, hey, ride when you want to try to get away

Ridin' you, always tryna catch a wave

That's so sexy and I know it, and I ain't afraid to show it

Baby, I'm goated, baby, I'm glowin'

Hey, hey, on the run, run

Tap me on the shoulder when you reload the gun



Tyrant every time I ride it, every time I ride it

Make it look so good, tryna justify it

Boy, I know they're lookin' for me, how we gonna hide it?

Ride it like hydraulics, I am such a tyrant



How did you get used to the hunting? (The hunting)

The willing, the missing, the wanting (the wanting)

Dry eyes, you send me across the divine

Hangman, teach me how not to cry

How not to cry, how not to cry



Ooh, she got that water, hangman got that water

Don't act like you don't know, yeah, giddy up, giddy up (D.A. got that dope)

Don't pay me in gold, giddy up, giddy up

Back outside, I'm on the road, giddy up, giddy up, hey

When the sun goes down (when the sun goes down, giddy up, giddy up, hey)

You can hear this body howl (you can hear this body howl, giddy up)

Giddy up now

Digga-donk, digga-donk

Make a daddy can't leave me 'lone, leave me 'lone

Damned if I do, damn it if I don't

Lady with a whip want when she wanna want, okay



Tyrant every time I ride it, every time I ride it

Make it look so good, real ones justify it

Boy, I know they're lookin' for me, how we gonna hide it?

Ride it like hydraulics, I am such a tyrant

Every time I ride it, every time I ride it

Baby, I just don't sit up in the saddle, boy, I glide it

Just relax, I got this, I got that exotic

These hips so hypnotic, I am such a tyrant



Hangman, answer me now

You owe me a debt, you stole him from me (giddy up, giddy up)

I hated you once, I envy you now (hey)

Just tell me how, tell me how

(Giddy up, giddy up)
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Writer: Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Sweet Honey Buckiin

[ Featuring Shaboozey ]

I fall to pieces

Each time I see you, yeah

And I miss all our secrets

So tell me how you been



New cash, see the boots (check)

You can hear when I step (step)

Bought a Chevy and painted it red

Money long, it can't fit in the bed

It don't matter what nobody says

Country boy 'til the day that I'm dead (yee-hoo)

You want smoke, I'm the Marlboro man

Cut it out 'fore it get outta hand, ayy

This ain't Calabasas

We don't need highways, we can take back roads (take back roads)

Never been ridin', baby

Step in that stirrup, hop on my saddle (hop on my saddle)

Snake on my feet, they rattle (ooh, they rattle)

And the bag only thing gettin' lasso'd (get, ooh)

And I'm still goin' up like a ladder (uh)

And I'm still in the field like cattle



New Cadillac, back on the road

We takin' Route 44

Just say what you need from the start

Oh, oh, there's some grits on my stove

Jiffy cornbread, booty corn-fed

Body rolls at the rodeo, I'm coming home, ooh

Ridin' through just to put my eyes on you

You are the superstar, everybody drivin' no new cars

Turn a bad night to a good time

On a trail ride to the Zydeco, I'm coming home

I'm coming home (I'm coming home, I'm coming home, I'm coming home)

I'm coming home (I'm coming home, I'm coming home, I'm coming home)

We've come a long way from the rough rides

From the railroads to the rodeo, sweet country home



This for my, this for my



She gone

Love you cowboy

And girl that is sweet, honey on 'em



So come (so come) with me (with me)

To new life (sticky, sticky, sticky, sweet)

You're stuck (you're stuck) to me (to me)

All night (sticky, sticky, sticky, sweet)

Put in the flowers inside (flowers inside)

Stuck in me all night

(Sticky, sticky, sticky, sweet) stuck in me all night

Honey (we're), hey (ridin')

Hey (through the), ooh (night)

Honey (we're), yeah (ridin')

Ay (through the), taste like (night)

Honey (we're), ay (ridin')

Oh (through the), taste like (night)

Honey (we're), ay (ridin')

Ay



Stick 'em up



Buckin' (yeah), buckin' (yeah)

Buckin' (yeah), whoa (yeah)

Buckin' (yeah), buckin' (yeah)

Buckin' like a mechanical bull (yeah)

Buckin' (yeah), buckin' (yeah)

Buckin' (yeah), whoa (yeah)

Buckin' (yeah), buckin' (yeah)

A good night (yeah), flow money is full (yeah)

Look at that horse, look at that horse (yeah)

Look at that horse (look at that horse)

Pretty as hell, au naturel

Dinin' on force (dinin' on farce)

Buckin' (yeah), buckin'

Whoa

Buckin' (yeah), buckin' (buckin', yeah)

A good night, whoa, yeah



Your patience is thin (uh-huh), your hormones is right at the rim

You was just goin' in, f*ck it, do it again

A-o-t-y, I ain't win

I ain't stung by them

Take that shit on the chin

Come back and f*ck up the pen (yeah)

Say the things that I know will offend (yeah)

Wear that shit that I know'll start a new trend

Take the Bugatti out for the spin

Ain't no top, feel the wind on my skin

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Snakes on a ten

They hissin', don't listen to them

They bite every once and again (uh-huh)

But they get stomp down when we



Buckin' (yeah), buckin' (yeah)

Buckin' (yeah), whoa (yeah)

Buckin' (yeah), buckin' (yeah)

Buckin' like a mechanical bull (yeah)

Buckin' (yeah), buckin' (yeah)

Buckin' (yeah), whoa (yeah)

Buckin' (yeah), buckin' (yeah)

A good night (yeah), flow money is full (yeah)

Look at that horse, look at that horse

Look at that horse (look at that horse)

Pretty as hell, au naturel

Dinin' on force

Uh, buckin', whoa

Buckin', buckin' (mhm, uh, yeah)



They yankin' your chain (yankin' your chain)

Promise you things that they can't (things that they can't)

You the man at the bank? (Bank)

Is you is or you ain't? (Is you is or you ain't?)

Hit the runway, I'm late (the runway, I'm late)

Hop out, got pictures to take (take, take)

It's in my DNA (uh-huh)

Look at my mama, it's a trait

Say things that I know will offend (woo)

Wear that shit that I know'll start a trend (woo)

Take the Bugatti out for the spin

Ain't no top, feel the wind on my skin, ooh



Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah

Buckin', whoa

Buckin', buckin'

Buckin' like a mechanical bull
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Writer: Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Amen

Mercy on me, baby

Have mercy on me

Mercy, mercy

Hurtin' badly, I can see you're hurtin' badly

Hurtin', hurtin', hey

Mercy on me, baby

Have mercy on me

(Mercy, mercy) mercy

I see you hurtin', see you, please, have mercy on me, ohh

(Mercy, mercy) ooh-ooh



This house was built with blood and bone

And it crumbled, yes, it crumbled

The statues they made were beautiful

But, they were lies of stone, they were lies of stone

Trumpets blair, the silence out

I need to make you proud

Tell me, can you hear me now?



Mercy on me, mercy

Have mercy on me

(Mercy, yeah, mercy, yeah)

I can see you hurtin', see you hurtin' badly

(Mercy, mercy) I can see you hurtin', see you hurtin' badly)



Say a prayer for what has been

We'll be the ones that purify our father's sins

American Requiem

Them old ideas (yeah)

Are buried here (yeah)

Amen (amen)
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Writer: Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




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Cowboy Carter (also referred to as Act II: Cowboy Carter) is the eighth studio album by Beyoncé. The album is the second installment of Beyoncé's trilogy project conceived during the COVID-19 pandemic, following Renaissance (2022).

Primarily labelled a country album, Cowboy Carter contains elements of blues, soul, rock, R&B and folk.

Conceptually, Cowboy Carter is presented as a broadcast by a fictional radio station in Texas, with country singers Dolly Parton, Linda Martell and Willie Nelson acting as radio DJs.

The album also features lesser known country artists such as Tanner Adell, Brittney Spencer, Tiera Kennedy, Reyna Roberts, Shaboozey and Willie Jones, alongside collaborations with musicians Stevie Wonder, Nile Rodgers and Jon Batiste.

Beyoncé said on the Album:
"I grew up going to the Houston rodeo every year. It was this amazing diverse and multicultural experience where there was something for every member of the family, including great performances, Houston-style fried Snickers, and fried turkey legs.

One of my inspirations came from the overlooked history of the American Black cowboy. Many of them were originally called cowhands, who experienced great discrimination and were often forced to work with the worst, most temperamental horses. They took their talents and formed the Soul Circuit. Through time, these Black rodeos showcased incredible performers and helped us reclaim our place in western history and culture."

Two co-lead singles supported the album—"Texas Hold 'Em" and "16 Carriages".

Publications reported that Cowboy Carter ignited a cultural discourse on Black musicians' place within country music. The album also boosted the listenership of Black country artists on streaming platforms and country radio, while significantly increasing the popularity of Western wear and culture.
Genre(s): Country, Western, folk, gospel, R&B
Producer(s): Beyonce, Dave Hamelin, Killa B, Atia Boggs, Nathan Ferraro, Tari
Length: 79:03
Released: March 29th, 2024
Year: 2024

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