Gitme feat. Mira

Weires PWUCHMAN

Cheatin' Heart 3-23-25

https://share.singsnap.com/play/13527288

Not A Second Time
Lyrics By: Thomas W. Peterson AKA RedHeart 
©COPYRIGHT 3-26-25 All Rights Reserved ©

Verse 1
You left my heart like a dented Chevy, rusted by the rain,
Promises scattered like gravel on some backroad lane.
You called me "honey" but poured your sweetness thin,
A half-loved man’s just a shadow in your diner booth grin.

Verse 2
You never learned how my coffee needed to brew,
Too busy chasing neon lights that ain’t ever true.
Your "I’ll change" was a jukebox skipping that same old lie,
Now this old dog’s learnin’ new tricks—like how to say goodbye...

Chorus
I ain’t draggin’ my boots down your broken porch stairs,
Won’t patch up love that you never wore with care.
You had your shot when the stars still burned bright,
But this heart’s a one-way highway—Not a second time...


Verse 3
Remember July when my Pa took his last ride?
You wore that red dress to the funeral, then cried "selfish" when I cried.
Your laughter cut deeper than harvest-time thorns,
Mockin’ my roots like they weren’t worth the dirt they were born.

Verse 4
Found your texts to that banker with his manicured hands,
You swore it was "nothin’"—just small-town talk ’bout land.
But love don’t grow where trust lies plowed under shame,
So I let your lies keep that rich man’s last name...

Bridge
Your brother said you’re cryin’ at the Waffle House counter,
Claimin’ you’ll change like spring melts a winter’s doubt.
But darlin’, drought don’t care how hard the clouds pray,
Some fields get salted—not meant for new hay...

Chorus
I ain’t draggin’ my boots down your broken porch stairs,
Won’t patch up love that you never wore with care.
You had your shot when the stars still burned bright,
But this heart’s a one-way highway—Not a second time...


Outro
So I’ll crank this Ford to life, let gravel hymns confess,
A man’s not a backup plan when your new love’s a mess.
That ring you tossed back? It’s at the bottom of the mine,
Dig all you want—there ain’t no second time...




Not A Second Time 3-26-25

No loyalty pre.mp3

https://share.singsnap.com/play/13527314
https://www.reverbnation.com/redheart213/song/34914345-no-warnin-3-26-25
No Warnin'
Lyrics By: Thomas W. Peterson AKA RedHeart 
©COPYRIGHT 3-26-25 All Rights Reserved ©

Verse 1
She walked in smelling like jasmine and gunpowder,
Hips writing checks her heart couldn’t cash.
Said she loved my “work-hardened hands” –
Turns out she meant scratchin’ her back after midnight baths...
Her kisses tasted of sweet tea and cyanide,
Sunday church girl with Monday night eyes.
I was just another notch on her pearl-handled knife,
A temporary salve for her permanent lies...

Pre-Chorus
Oh she’d hum Hank Williams off-key,
Then leave love bites shaped like dollar signs...
A walking contradiction wrapped in denim thighs—
God’s masterpiece with the devil’s design...

Chorus
She gave me no warnin’, no “Danger” sign,
Just honeysuckle whispers and bathtub wine.
A black rose blooming in my pickup’s front seat—
Now I’m coughin’ up thorns where my heartbeat used to be.
Poison in pearls, hell in high heels,
Ain’t no antidote for the venom she seals...

Verse 2
Found her Polaroids with the banker from Knoxville,
Laughin’ ‘neath the neon of some no-name motel.
She’d stitched my initials on her leather-bound list—
Page 23: “Make him beg for the fist”...
Stole my dog, my granddaddy’s ring,
Left a lipstick smudge on my last clean flannel.
Now the sheriff says six more fools came forward today—
Turns out her “wedding veil” was just bait in the tray...

Bridge
They say she’s part siren, part copperhead,
A Bible-thumpin’ vulture who prays while you bleed.
Her mama warned boys back in ‘09—
My girl don’t love, she just allocates time...”

Chorus
She gave me no warnin’, no “Danger” sign,
Just honeysuckle whispers and bathtub wine.
A black rose blooming in my pickup’s front seat—
Now I’m coughin’ up thorns where my heartbeat used to be.
Poison in pearls, hell in high heels,
Ain’t no antidote for the venom she seals...

Chorus
She gave me no warnin’, no “Danger” sign,
Just honeysuckle whispers and bathtub wine.
A black rose blooming in my pickup’s front seat—
Now I’m coughin’ up thorns where my heartbeat used to be.
Poison in pearls, hell in high heels,
Ain’t no antidote for the venom she seals...

Outro
So if you see her slow-dancin’ at The Broken Spoke,
Smile dripping like molasses off a poison oak—
Remember: That “angel” took my truck, my hound,
And left my heart fertilizin’ her toxic ground...

_No Warnin' 3-26-25

NIMIX is a music producer, songwriter, and DJ who loves creating unique sounds. He experiments with new ideas to make vibey, dancey, and atmospheric music. As an independent artist, NIMIX puts his heart into every beat, aiming to inspire and connect with people around the world.

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