The pills I'm prescribed
They came from next door
Maybe just maybe
They'll make me the man-
I used to be
But if they don't
I'll take the blame
[spoken]
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Koe Wetzel - 9 Lives Album Lyrics
Koe Wetzel - 9 Lives Lyrics
Writer: Ropyr Wetzel
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
9 Lives (Black Cat)
Here we go
There's a storm brewing at a pool hall down in Houston
Where some poor old boy's 'bout to get his teeth knocked out
In the bathroom it was snowing, drip so good it had me choking
Plus a fifth of cheap tequila, so you better watch out
I've got a nine lives state of mind
Betting it all with a roll of the dice
People seem to lose their luck when I come around
I've got a twelve pack, two dime bags
Flatlined twice just to come right back
God blessed me, the first eight didn't count
Keep on trying your best to put the black cat down
Lost the first one to a dealer, lost the second one to a preacher
And three and four to the twins that live next door
Well, with the fifth one I saw heaven, married six on top of seven
And I lost the eighth trying to be a rodeo clown
Still got a nine lives state of mind
Betting it all with a roll of the dice
People seem to lose their luck when I come around
I've got a twelve pack and two dime bags
Flatlined twice just to come right back
God blessed me, the first eight didn't count
Keep on trying your best to put the black cat down
Still got a nine lives state of mind
Betting it all with a roll of the dice
People seem to lose their luck when I come around
I've got a twelve pack, two dime bags
Flatlined twice just to come right back
God blessed me, the first eight didn't count
Still got that nine lives state of mind
Betting it all with a roll of the dice
People seem to lose their luck when I come around
And I've got a twelve pack, two dime bags
Flatlined twice just to come right back
God blessed me, the first eight didn't count
Keep on trying your best to put the black cat down
Keep on trying your best to put the black cat down
(Koe, that was so good)
(Thanks, you know)
There's a storm brewing at a pool hall down in Houston
Where some poor old boy's 'bout to get his teeth knocked out
In the bathroom it was snowing, drip so good it had me choking
Plus a fifth of cheap tequila, so you better watch out
I've got a nine lives state of mind
Betting it all with a roll of the dice
People seem to lose their luck when I come around
I've got a twelve pack, two dime bags
Flatlined twice just to come right back
God blessed me, the first eight didn't count
Keep on trying your best to put the black cat down
Lost the first one to a dealer, lost the second one to a preacher
And three and four to the twins that live next door
Well, with the fifth one I saw heaven, married six on top of seven
And I lost the eighth trying to be a rodeo clown
Still got a nine lives state of mind
Betting it all with a roll of the dice
People seem to lose their luck when I come around
I've got a twelve pack and two dime bags
Flatlined twice just to come right back
God blessed me, the first eight didn't count
Keep on trying your best to put the black cat down
Still got a nine lives state of mind
Betting it all with a roll of the dice
People seem to lose their luck when I come around
I've got a twelve pack, two dime bags
Flatlined twice just to come right back
God blessed me, the first eight didn't count
Still got that nine lives state of mind
Betting it all with a roll of the dice
People seem to lose their luck when I come around
And I've got a twelve pack, two dime bags
Flatlined twice just to come right back
God blessed me, the first eight didn't count
Keep on trying your best to put the black cat down
Keep on trying your best to put the black cat down
(Koe, that was so good)
(Thanks, you know)
Writer: Koe Wetzel, Gabe Simon, Josh Serrato, Amy Rose Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Depression & Obsession
[ Originally by XXXTentacion ]
Depression and obsession don't mix well
I'm poisoned and my body don't feel well
I ate her inside and out, I feel my stomach turnin'
Make Out Hill, where we met, we let our lips do all the talkin'
And now I'm hooked, and
Depression and obsession don't mix well
Hollywood motels, hell, I think I'm just obsessed with you
Depression and obsession don't mix well
Hollywood motels, hell, I think I'm just obsessed with you
Depression and obsession don't mix well
Hollywood motels, hell, I think I'm just obsessed with you
Yeah, I think I'm just obsessed with you
Yeah, I think I'm just obsessed with you
Writer: Jahseh Onfroy
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Damn Near Normal
Real job, good wife, two kids
Don't know what exit I missed
And this road I'm on is kinda dark alone
Fake job, no wife, no kids
Can't believe I'm living like this
I'm always alone with no way home
And here we go again, spiraling
And I'm all turned up like the Rio Grande
Drink ten times the weight of a sober man
Ain't starting my day until 2AM
And I hate it, so I'm taking
A little melatonin and a bag of weed
Plus a fistful of Xans just to fall asleep
Yeah, it's kind of different than it's supposed to be
But that's damn near normal to me
High highs, rock bottom lows
Been six feet deeper than most
I crawl out again and start spiraling
(Start spiraling)
And I'm all turned up like the Rio Grande
Drink ten times the weight of a sober man
Ain't starting my day until 2AM
And I hate it, so I'm taking
A little melatonin and a bag of weed
Plus a fistful of Xans just to fall asleep
Yeah, it's kind of different than it's supposed to be
But that's damn near normal to me
That's damn near normal to me
A little clarity
A little sanity
Would be good for me
Would be what I need
Doing the best I can
So I don't understand
Why I'm all turned up like the Rio Grande
Drink ten times the weight of a sober man
Ain't starting my day until 2AM
And I hate it, so I'm taking
A little melatonin and a bag of weed
Plus a fistful of Xans just to fall asleep
Yeah, it's kind of different than it's supposed to be
But that's damn near normal to me
That's damn near normal to me
That's damn near normal to me
That's damn near normal to me
That's damn near normal to me
Don't know what exit I missed
And this road I'm on is kinda dark alone
Fake job, no wife, no kids
Can't believe I'm living like this
I'm always alone with no way home
And here we go again, spiraling
And I'm all turned up like the Rio Grande
Drink ten times the weight of a sober man
Ain't starting my day until 2AM
And I hate it, so I'm taking
A little melatonin and a bag of weed
Plus a fistful of Xans just to fall asleep
Yeah, it's kind of different than it's supposed to be
But that's damn near normal to me
High highs, rock bottom lows
Been six feet deeper than most
I crawl out again and start spiraling
(Start spiraling)
And I'm all turned up like the Rio Grande
Drink ten times the weight of a sober man
Ain't starting my day until 2AM
And I hate it, so I'm taking
A little melatonin and a bag of weed
Plus a fistful of Xans just to fall asleep
Yeah, it's kind of different than it's supposed to be
But that's damn near normal to me
That's damn near normal to me
A little clarity
A little sanity
Would be good for me
Would be what I need
Doing the best I can
So I don't understand
Why I'm all turned up like the Rio Grande
Drink ten times the weight of a sober man
Ain't starting my day until 2AM
And I hate it, so I'm taking
A little melatonin and a bag of weed
Plus a fistful of Xans just to fall asleep
Yeah, it's kind of different than it's supposed to be
But that's damn near normal to me
That's damn near normal to me
That's damn near normal to me
That's damn near normal to me
That's damn near normal to me
Writer: Amy Allen, Carrie Karpinen, Gabe Simon, Ropyr Wetzel, Sam Harris
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Leigh
If I crossed off all the girls with names ending with Leigh
There'd be no one left in Texas
It's getting hard here to survive
'Cause every day they multiply
So I guess I'll move to Memphis
'Cause I'm running out of choices
And they trample me like horses
Got me crawling on my knees
Mom and dad thought she was perfect
Probably named her that on purpose
Knowing she would come for me
Hey, Leigh
Please leave me alone
I can't believe the way you bitch and moan
About how much I drink and who I've been banging
And won't pick up the phone
Hey, Leigh
Please leave, leave me alone
All my friends just roll their eyes
When I say I don't have a type
Maybe I'm just bad at spelling
I dot my T's and cross my I's
And for a second, she looks nice
Till she's throwing shit and yelling
I hate the way she's got me begging
Hey, Leigh
Please leave me alone
I can't believe the way you bitch and moan
About how much I drink and who I've been banging
And won't pick up the phone
Hey, Leigh
Please leave, leave me alone
Baleigh, Haleigh, Amy and Kaleigh, somebody save me
Ryleigh, Kyleigh, f*ck me up, Mileigh, they think it might be love
Baleigh, Haleigh, Amy and Kaleigh, somebody save me
And Ryleigh, Kyleigh, f*ck me up, Mileigh, they think it might be love
Hey, Leigh
Please leave me alone
'Cause I can't believe the way you bitch and moan
About how much I drink and who I've been banging
And won't pick up the phone
Hey, Leigh
Please leave
Hey, Leigh
Please leave, leave me alone
There'd be no one left in Texas
It's getting hard here to survive
'Cause every day they multiply
So I guess I'll move to Memphis
'Cause I'm running out of choices
And they trample me like horses
Got me crawling on my knees
Mom and dad thought she was perfect
Probably named her that on purpose
Knowing she would come for me
Hey, Leigh
Please leave me alone
I can't believe the way you bitch and moan
About how much I drink and who I've been banging
And won't pick up the phone
Hey, Leigh
Please leave, leave me alone
All my friends just roll their eyes
When I say I don't have a type
Maybe I'm just bad at spelling
I dot my T's and cross my I's
And for a second, she looks nice
Till she's throwing shit and yelling
I hate the way she's got me begging
Hey, Leigh
Please leave me alone
I can't believe the way you bitch and moan
About how much I drink and who I've been banging
And won't pick up the phone
Hey, Leigh
Please leave, leave me alone
Baleigh, Haleigh, Amy and Kaleigh, somebody save me
Ryleigh, Kyleigh, f*ck me up, Mileigh, they think it might be love
Baleigh, Haleigh, Amy and Kaleigh, somebody save me
And Ryleigh, Kyleigh, f*ck me up, Mileigh, they think it might be love
Hey, Leigh
Please leave me alone
'Cause I can't believe the way you bitch and moan
About how much I drink and who I've been banging
And won't pick up the phone
Hey, Leigh
Please leave
Hey, Leigh
Please leave, leave me alone
Writer: Koe Wetzel, Gabe Simon, Josh Serrato, Amy Rose Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Twister
Hell yeah, I'm crazy, I'm half-cocked insane
Spent the first three days of my life without a name
Some call me trouble and others just call me pain
We're always out here searching for a brand new kind of high
The last time I found one, I damn well near died
Took a bullet from a stranger, shook his hand, told him, "Have a nice day"
I got a long way to go
And it's a long, winding road
It ain't the best place to be, but welcome home
To the belly of the beast
Feel like I've been to hell and back, forged in the fire
Went twenty rounds with the devil and I never once got tired
Had a beer with him after they put a restraining order on me
Seems like I'm lost now and running out of time
Gotta find a way to make it home safe before I lose my mind
It's cold, dark and empty when you're lonely inside
I got a long way to go
And it's a long, winding road
It ain't the best place to be, but welcome home
To the belly of the beast
To the belly of the beast
To the belly of the beast
I'll take it home now
I got a long way to go
It's been a long, winding road
It ain't the best place to be, but welcome home
To the belly of the beast
(Oh, we're feeling it now, baby)
(We're feeling it now, baby)
(About to f*ck this motherf*cker up, for sure)
Spent the first three days of my life without a name
Some call me trouble and others just call me pain
We're always out here searching for a brand new kind of high
The last time I found one, I damn well near died
Took a bullet from a stranger, shook his hand, told him, "Have a nice day"
I got a long way to go
And it's a long, winding road
It ain't the best place to be, but welcome home
To the belly of the beast
Feel like I've been to hell and back, forged in the fire
Went twenty rounds with the devil and I never once got tired
Had a beer with him after they put a restraining order on me
Seems like I'm lost now and running out of time
Gotta find a way to make it home safe before I lose my mind
It's cold, dark and empty when you're lonely inside
I got a long way to go
And it's a long, winding road
It ain't the best place to be, but welcome home
To the belly of the beast
To the belly of the beast
To the belly of the beast
I'll take it home now
I got a long way to go
It's been a long, winding road
It ain't the best place to be, but welcome home
To the belly of the beast
(Oh, we're feeling it now, baby)
(We're feeling it now, baby)
(About to f*ck this motherf*cker up, for sure)
Writer: Ropyr Wetzel, Steve Rusch, Josh Serrato, Ben Burgess
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
High Road
[ Featuring Jessie Murph ]
[Koe Wetzel]
I can tell that you're mad
And I ain't half surprised about that
Since the day that we met
It's always who cuts first and never who bleeds last
Rumors always turn into yelling and fighting
And once it's in your mind, only one way you're driving
I know, I know
I'ma take the high road, baby get stoned
Have a little too much of something terrible
I'ma let you cool down while I walk out
You ain't messing me up like the times before
I don't need a ticket to your shit show
Knock yourself out and hit a new low
Well I'ma take the high road, take the high road, take the high road
[Jessie Murph]
You don't wanna talk about it, boy, that's no surprise
You comе home smelling like liquor likе every other night
If I catch you with her, you gon' catch me with him
You think I don't hear about it, you better think again
You know that rumors always turn into yelling and fighting
And once it's in my mind, only one way I'm driving
[Koe Wetzel & Jessie Murph]
You know, I know
I'ma take the high road, baby get stoned
Have a little too much of something terrible
I'ma let you cool down while I walk out
You ain't messing me up like the times before
I don't need a ticket to your shit show
Knock yourself out and hit a new low
Well I'ma take the high road, take the high road, take the high road
Whoa, whoa
[Koe Wetzel & Jessie Murph]
I'ma take the high road, baby get stoned
Have a little too much of something terrible
I'ma let you cool down while I walk out
You ain't messing me up like the times before
And I don't need a ticket to your shit show
Knock yourself out and hit a new low
Well I'ma take the high road, take the high road, take the high road
I'ma take the high road, take the high road, take the high road
Oh, yeah, yeah, mm
Writer: Amy Allen, Carrie Karpinen, Gabe Simon, Jessie Murph, Laura Veltz, Ropyr Wetzel
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Reconsider
Oh, take another look around me
Still waiting for a light to shine
But if you've looked, you haven't found me, baby
And I don't want to waste your time
But if I tried, would you reconsider?
Would you reconsider coming home?
And if I cried, would you reconsider?
Would you reconsider comin' home?
Comin' home
Take a breath and try to hold it
Wish I could hold it long enough
Can't help but hate the way we folded, baby
Was I ever good enough? Yeah
And if I tried, would you reconsider?
Would you reconsider coming home?
And if I cried, would you reconsider?
Would you reconsider coming home?
Ya know I hate myself when I'm not with you
'Cause I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Tried to take a step today
But I keep getting in my way
So take another look around me
And if I tried, would you reconsider?
Would you reconsider comin' home?
And if I cried, would you reconsider?
Would you reconsider comin' home?
Comin' home
Still waiting for a light to shine
But if you've looked, you haven't found me, baby
And I don't want to waste your time
But if I tried, would you reconsider?
Would you reconsider coming home?
And if I cried, would you reconsider?
Would you reconsider comin' home?
Comin' home
Take a breath and try to hold it
Wish I could hold it long enough
Can't help but hate the way we folded, baby
Was I ever good enough? Yeah
And if I tried, would you reconsider?
Would you reconsider coming home?
And if I cried, would you reconsider?
Would you reconsider coming home?
Ya know I hate myself when I'm not with you
'Cause I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Tried to take a step today
But I keep getting in my way
So take another look around me
And if I tried, would you reconsider?
Would you reconsider comin' home?
And if I cried, would you reconsider?
Would you reconsider comin' home?
Comin' home
Writer: Charles Brocco, Keith Gattis
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Hatchet
Said that we'd sleep on it, but still, we wake up mad
Maybe that's how gardens grow, you plant the good with the bad
No one here is innocent, we all fall off the track
We could bury every hatchet, hope the love starts growing back
And maybe it'll be okay, but we can't pray this all away
How we gonna stop the rain and bring on back them summer days?
We got no idea what the future has in store
Maybe love-stained tears is the best we can hope for
But I can't change your mind, wish that I could take it back
We could bury every hatchet, but we can't bury the past
Sit down at the table with tension in the air
You all dressed in silence while my mind runs here and there
Scared to break the standstill, but we need some kind of truce
We could bury every hatchet, but we can't pull up the roots
And maybe it'll be okay, but we can't pray this all away
How we gonna stop the rain and bring on back them summer days?
We got no idea what the future has in store
Maybe love-stained tears is the best we can hope for
But I can't change your mind, wish that I could take it back
We could bury every hatchet, but we can't bury the past
We could bury every hatchet, but we can't bury the past
And maybe it'll be okay, but we can't pray this all away
How we gonna stop the rain and bring on back them summer days?
We got no idea what the future has in store
Maybe love-stained tears is the best we can hope for
But I can't change your mind, wish that I could take it back
We could bury every hatchet, but we can't bury the past
We could bury every hatchet, but we can't bury the past
We could bury every hatchet, but we can't bury the past
Maybe that's how gardens grow, you plant the good with the bad
No one here is innocent, we all fall off the track
We could bury every hatchet, hope the love starts growing back
And maybe it'll be okay, but we can't pray this all away
How we gonna stop the rain and bring on back them summer days?
We got no idea what the future has in store
Maybe love-stained tears is the best we can hope for
But I can't change your mind, wish that I could take it back
We could bury every hatchet, but we can't bury the past
Sit down at the table with tension in the air
You all dressed in silence while my mind runs here and there
Scared to break the standstill, but we need some kind of truce
We could bury every hatchet, but we can't pull up the roots
And maybe it'll be okay, but we can't pray this all away
How we gonna stop the rain and bring on back them summer days?
We got no idea what the future has in store
Maybe love-stained tears is the best we can hope for
But I can't change your mind, wish that I could take it back
We could bury every hatchet, but we can't bury the past
We could bury every hatchet, but we can't bury the past
And maybe it'll be okay, but we can't pray this all away
How we gonna stop the rain and bring on back them summer days?
We got no idea what the future has in store
Maybe love-stained tears is the best we can hope for
But I can't change your mind, wish that I could take it back
We could bury every hatchet, but we can't bury the past
We could bury every hatchet, but we can't bury the past
We could bury every hatchet, but we can't bury the past
Writer: Gabe Simon, Mick Coogan
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Sweet Dreams
A man like me would keep it to himself
A bigger man would say it to your face
Yeah, I ain't doing good and you can tell
Was I the only one you couldn't save?
I hate to be the reason that you're crying
The way you always knew when I was lying
And breaking your heart was getting tiring
I knew I had to let you go
It's hard to have sweet dreams when I'm such a nightmare
I don't wanna talk about it, rather not go there
When I find a good thing, I burn it down slow
Only see your face now when my eyes are closed
It's so hard to have sweet dreams, sweet dreams
It's so hard to have sweet dreams
I bet you're out living guilt free
The only thing you battle is your memory of me
Shit, I ain't slept in weeks
Been trying everything from Ambien to THC
It's so hard to have sweet dreams when I'm such a nightmare
I don't wanna talk about it, rather not go there
When I find a good thing, I burn it down slow
Only see your face now when my eyes are closed
It's so hard to have sweet dreams
And I thought you should know that
I've been getting no sleep and I probably deserve that
When I find a good thing, I burn it down slow
Only see your face now when my eyes are closed
It's so hard to have sweet dreams, sweet dreams
It's so hard to have sweet dreams
The nights keep gettin' longer
And you're still in my head
So I turned on all the lights
And I wrote you this
It's so hard to have sweet dreams when I'm such a nightmare
I don't wanna talk about it, rather not go there
When I find a good thing, I burn it down slow
Only see your face now when my eyes are closed
It's so hard to have sweet dreams
And I thought you should know that
I've been getting no sleep and I probably deserve that
When I find a good thing, I burn it down slow
Only see your face now when my eyes are closed
It's so hard to have sweet dreams, sweet dreams
It's so hard to have sweet dreams (sweet dreams)
A bigger man would say it to your face
Yeah, I ain't doing good and you can tell
Was I the only one you couldn't save?
I hate to be the reason that you're crying
The way you always knew when I was lying
And breaking your heart was getting tiring
I knew I had to let you go
It's hard to have sweet dreams when I'm such a nightmare
I don't wanna talk about it, rather not go there
When I find a good thing, I burn it down slow
Only see your face now when my eyes are closed
It's so hard to have sweet dreams, sweet dreams
It's so hard to have sweet dreams
I bet you're out living guilt free
The only thing you battle is your memory of me
Shit, I ain't slept in weeks
Been trying everything from Ambien to THC
It's so hard to have sweet dreams when I'm such a nightmare
I don't wanna talk about it, rather not go there
When I find a good thing, I burn it down slow
Only see your face now when my eyes are closed
It's so hard to have sweet dreams
And I thought you should know that
I've been getting no sleep and I probably deserve that
When I find a good thing, I burn it down slow
Only see your face now when my eyes are closed
It's so hard to have sweet dreams, sweet dreams
It's so hard to have sweet dreams
The nights keep gettin' longer
And you're still in my head
So I turned on all the lights
And I wrote you this
It's so hard to have sweet dreams when I'm such a nightmare
I don't wanna talk about it, rather not go there
When I find a good thing, I burn it down slow
Only see your face now when my eyes are closed
It's so hard to have sweet dreams
And I thought you should know that
I've been getting no sleep and I probably deserve that
When I find a good thing, I burn it down slow
Only see your face now when my eyes are closed
It's so hard to have sweet dreams, sweet dreams
It's so hard to have sweet dreams (sweet dreams)
Writer: Amy Allen, Gabe Simon, Josh Serrato, Ropyr Wetzel, Sam Harris
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Runnin' Low
I tried to sell some guy an 8 ball of the sweet El Paso dust
He said, "Son, I'm a Christian I don't f*ckin' touch that stuff"
I told him "I don't either, but if you don't buy can we settle on a hug?"
Strung out, pushing ninety, twenty miles from Abilene
Skipped town on a DUI from drinking memories
Of you and me in Cabo and those pictures that I swore that I'd delete
And I've got these women going crazy for the sound
And a whisky cloud that keeps on rainin' down
Running high on everything, but I still got the blues
Honey, I'm just running low on you
Well, I thought I made it home last night to rest my broken heart
But I woke up, I was laid up in a Dollar General cart
With a bag filled with Pedialyte and "Take me back, I'm sorry" Hallmark cards
And I smoked my lucky cigarette, but no luck came to me
At that old Choctaw Casino where I bet your diamond ring
What's the point of winning when you're the only jackpot I need?
And I've got these women going crazy for the sound
And a whisky cloud that keeps on rainin' down
Running high on everything, but I still got the blues
Honey, I'm just running low on you
If I could just stay sober enough to get down on one knee
I'd learn to tie my shoes again and say, "Please marry me"
But I understand if you've got plans to settle down with anyone but me
And I've got these women going crazy for the sound
And a whisky cloud that keeps on rainin' down
Running high on everything, but I still got the blues
Honey, I'm just running low on you
Honey, I'm just running low on you
Honey, I'm just running low on you
Running high on everything, but I still got the blues
Honey, I'm just running low on you
He said, "Son, I'm a Christian I don't f*ckin' touch that stuff"
I told him "I don't either, but if you don't buy can we settle on a hug?"
Strung out, pushing ninety, twenty miles from Abilene
Skipped town on a DUI from drinking memories
Of you and me in Cabo and those pictures that I swore that I'd delete
And I've got these women going crazy for the sound
And a whisky cloud that keeps on rainin' down
Running high on everything, but I still got the blues
Honey, I'm just running low on you
Well, I thought I made it home last night to rest my broken heart
But I woke up, I was laid up in a Dollar General cart
With a bag filled with Pedialyte and "Take me back, I'm sorry" Hallmark cards
And I smoked my lucky cigarette, but no luck came to me
At that old Choctaw Casino where I bet your diamond ring
What's the point of winning when you're the only jackpot I need?
And I've got these women going crazy for the sound
And a whisky cloud that keeps on rainin' down
Running high on everything, but I still got the blues
Honey, I'm just running low on you
If I could just stay sober enough to get down on one knee
I'd learn to tie my shoes again and say, "Please marry me"
But I understand if you've got plans to settle down with anyone but me
And I've got these women going crazy for the sound
And a whisky cloud that keeps on rainin' down
Running high on everything, but I still got the blues
Honey, I'm just running low on you
Honey, I'm just running low on you
Honey, I'm just running low on you
Running high on everything, but I still got the blues
Honey, I'm just running low on you
Writer: Amy Allen, Ben Burgess, Gabe Simon, Ropyr Wetzel, Sam Harris
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bar Song
My boss said I took like two hundred out the drawer
I said, "You know, you're right, man, but I ain't take no more"
And then he tried to fight, so I smacked him in his jaw
Now I'm runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' from the law
Sing, whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa, I got money to blow (let's go)
So pour it up and fill my cup till I can't take no more (hey)
Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa, I got money to spend (I do)
So pour it up and fill a cup for me and all my friends (hey)
The police can't catch me, man, every time they came
I told them, "Better put some respect on my name"
The only one I'm scared of, my old ball and chain
Now I'm runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', bitch, get out the way
Sing, whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa, I got money to blow (I do)
So pour it up and fill my cup till I can't take no more (hey)
Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa, I got money to spend (I do)
So pour it up and fill a cup for me and all my friends
My girl called me all night, said, "Turn yourself in"
I said that I can't do it, I'm still drinking with my friends
Ain't no way that's happening, I'm staying till the end
I ain't runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' anywhere again
I ain't runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' anywhere again
Singing, whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa, I got money to blow (I do)
So pour it up and fill my cup till I can't take no more (woo)
Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa, I got money to spend (I do)
So pour it up and fill a cup for me and all my friends (woo)
Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa, I got money to blow (I do)
So pour it up and fill my cup till I can't take no more (hey)
Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa, I got money to spend (I do)
So pour it up and fill a cup for me and all my friends
Pour it up and fill a cup for me and all my friends
Pour it up and fill a cup for me and all my friends
Somebody call 911
I said, "You know, you're right, man, but I ain't take no more"
And then he tried to fight, so I smacked him in his jaw
Now I'm runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' from the law
Sing, whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa, I got money to blow (let's go)
So pour it up and fill my cup till I can't take no more (hey)
Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa, I got money to spend (I do)
So pour it up and fill a cup for me and all my friends (hey)
The police can't catch me, man, every time they came
I told them, "Better put some respect on my name"
The only one I'm scared of, my old ball and chain
Now I'm runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', bitch, get out the way
Sing, whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa, I got money to blow (I do)
So pour it up and fill my cup till I can't take no more (hey)
Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa, I got money to spend (I do)
So pour it up and fill a cup for me and all my friends
My girl called me all night, said, "Turn yourself in"
I said that I can't do it, I'm still drinking with my friends
Ain't no way that's happening, I'm staying till the end
I ain't runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' anywhere again
I ain't runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' anywhere again
Singing, whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa, I got money to blow (I do)
So pour it up and fill my cup till I can't take no more (woo)
Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa, I got money to spend (I do)
So pour it up and fill a cup for me and all my friends (woo)
Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa, I got money to blow (I do)
So pour it up and fill my cup till I can't take no more (hey)
Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa, I got money to spend (I do)
So pour it up and fill a cup for me and all my friends
Pour it up and fill a cup for me and all my friends
Pour it up and fill a cup for me and all my friends
Somebody call 911
Writer: Dave Gibson, Breyan Isaac, Blake Carter, Michael Cross, Dernst Emile
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Last Outlaw Alive
(One, two, three, four)
Darling, I swear I done rode every fence
Loved every girl and whooped every son of a bitch
I turned on the radio and it blew my mind
Sounds like I'm the last outlaw alive
The last outlaw alive
The last of my kind
The last one who survived
I can't believe I'm the last outlaw alive
Well, darling, I know I ain't easy to love
When I come home, always coming off drugs
But when I wake up, shit, I'll stay up all night
Because I'm the last outlaw alive
The last outlaw alive
The last of my kind
The last one who survived
I can't believe I'm the last outlaw alive
(Come on now, play it for me)
Somebody played me a song
That said all the real cowboys are gone
Whoever wrote it clearly ain't heard one of mine
Because I'm the last outlaw alive
The last of my kind
The last one who survived
I can't believe I'm the last outlaw alive
The last outlaw alive
The last of my kind
Last one who survived
I can't believe I'm the last outlaw alive
That last neon light
Burning out bright
The last outlaw alive
Darling, I swear I done rode every fence
Loved every girl and whooped every son of a bitch
I turned on the radio and it blew my mind
Sounds like I'm the last outlaw alive
The last outlaw alive
The last of my kind
The last one who survived
I can't believe I'm the last outlaw alive
Well, darling, I know I ain't easy to love
When I come home, always coming off drugs
But when I wake up, shit, I'll stay up all night
Because I'm the last outlaw alive
The last outlaw alive
The last of my kind
The last one who survived
I can't believe I'm the last outlaw alive
(Come on now, play it for me)
Somebody played me a song
That said all the real cowboys are gone
Whoever wrote it clearly ain't heard one of mine
Because I'm the last outlaw alive
The last of my kind
The last one who survived
I can't believe I'm the last outlaw alive
The last outlaw alive
The last of my kind
Last one who survived
I can't believe I'm the last outlaw alive
That last neon light
Burning out bright
The last outlaw alive
Writer: Koe Wetzel, Josh Serrato, Benjamin David Burgess, Sam Harris
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
9 Lives is the sixth studio album by American singer-songwriter Koe Wetzel. It was released on July 19, 2024, through Columbia.
Wetzel co-wrote eight of the 13 tracks on 9 Lives, with production primarily handled by Gabe Simon.
Four songs were released ahead of the album, including "Sweet Dreams" and "High Road", which became Wetzel's first two songs to chart on the Billboard Hot 100.
"High Road", which features Jessie Murph, was released to country radio and debuted on the Billboard Country Airplay chart at number 54 for the week dated July 27, 2024.
Performed By:
Koe WetzelWetzel co-wrote eight of the 13 tracks on 9 Lives, with production primarily handled by Gabe Simon.
Four songs were released ahead of the album, including "Sweet Dreams" and "High Road", which became Wetzel's first two songs to chart on the Billboard Hot 100.
"High Road", which features Jessie Murph, was released to country radio and debuted on the Billboard Country Airplay chart at number 54 for the week dated July 27, 2024.
Genre(s): Country, country rock, grunge
Producer(s): Gabe Simon, Sam Harris, Carrie Karpinen, Steve Rusch, Josh Serrato
Length: 38:37
Released: July 19th, 2024
Year: 2024