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One, two, fuck you Well, it's bourbon for breakfast Draggin' two packs a day on the side Ooh, I'm howlin' and brawlin' And payin' the cost when it's light, when it's light I got hell (hell) Hell on my heels Ooh, baby, I got hell (hell) Hell on my heels I got so many Joneses And psychopath friends on my back, hey, hey So now you tell me you're leavin' So there goes the reason to clean up my act I got hell (hell) Hell on my heels Ooh, honey child, I got hell (hell) Hell on my heels, whoa Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Take it down, that's right When you're in the pocket Uh, whoa, oh Listen never doubt If you know your body say what, uh I said, I said, now if you know just what you drive wild I got hell (hell) Hell on my heels Ooh, baby, I got hell (hell) Hell on my heels Take it one time boys I got hell (hell) Hell on my heels Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hell (hell) Hell on my heels Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, that's right
Writer(s): Michael Sweda, Grant Morris, Lonnie Miller, James Danda, Mark Maytorena Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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