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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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