Songs & Lyrics

 

phil collins - Sometimes a man just needs to drink himself to parts unknown. Sometimes, parts unknown walk through the door.

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Cowgirl in the Backseat - Knock-off perfume, stolen wine, and a bad idea in the parking lot.

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Toilet Wine - Some hearts catch fire even where hope goes to die.

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The Big Spoon - Porch swing memories and whiskey afternoons—when love felt like a honeymoon that was never meant to last.

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American Freaks - A patriotic party track that blends Americana storytelling with electronic beats, creating the perfect soundtrack for dancing through red, white, and blue mayhem.

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The Server - With a pulsating EDM beat, it captures the chaos and charm of falling hard for someone who’ll never look back. It’s cheeky, raw, and a little unhinged—just like the best kind of crush.

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Our Kinda Love - A sultry, high-energy country-pop track built for impulsive nights and undeniable chemistry. From the first beat, it dives headfirst into the thrill of connection.

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Okie Dokie, Cowboy - A playful, unapologetic ode to late-night adventures where a city boy dives headfirst into a cowboy fantasy he's barely equipped for.

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Whiskey Cleanse - A story of love gone wrong, bad choices, and drowning the past one shot at a time. It’s messy, bitter, and just smooth enough to go down easy. 

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Lost My Shirt - A whiskey-soaked, down-bad Saturday night anthem about gambling, women, and bad decisions that feel damn good in the moment. A little reckless, a little raw, and way too much fun. 

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All Gone - A gritty, heart-wrenching ballad about a woman who’s seen it all, but keeps pushing through. Life hits hard, but Cassie hits back, even when everything she loves keeps slipping away. 

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Yeet Yeet Trickity Treat - A rowdy, boot-stompin’, whiskey-fueled barn burner built for pure, unfiltered chaos on the dance floor. If you ain’t sweatin’ by the first chorus, you’re doin’ it wrong. 

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