Lyrics

My sweet lord
You're a good car salesman
Take that Cadillac, put it on the pavement
You seem hurt, entertain it
Dying ain't the only way out
Go on grow up
Get out without us
Drive that motorcycle through the streets of Dallas
You're insecure and you're out of balance
Dying ain't your only way out
I know I know
It's only trash talk
I know I know
It's only trash talk
Well I know how i know
I sure hate to see you go
Now you're all torn up
And turned to ashes
A dumb kid playing with matches
Now momma's crying as a her first born passes
Dying ain't your only way out
Why is grief so entertaining?
Social feed is all complaining
Nothings new while all is changing
Dying ain't your only way out
I know I know
It's only trash talk
I know I know
It's only trash talk
Well I know how i know
I sure hate to see you go
I know I know
It's only trash talk
I know I know
It's only trash talk
Well I know how i know
I sure hate to see you go
Written by: Landon Lloyd Miller
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