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She's Quiet

Aftermath

Country Girl

New album 'It Was Fun While It Lasted' out now! 
Stream/download: https://sueco.lnk.to/ItWasFunSO


Lyrics: 
If I had a death note
I would write my name on every page
Hear them talking shit over my headphones
Every single word that they say
Even if I could I wouldn’t let go
Maybe I’m addicted to the pain
Why is every day so uneventful
I just get more of the same, more of the same

I’m such a loser, swear to god I’m the worst
I always fuck everything up it’s a curse
And I can’t even catch a break when everybody’s in my way
I’m such a loser swear to god I’m the worst

Fuck you
Maybe I don’t wanna be saved
Damage in my brain that I can’t undo
I’m more than just a little insane
Please don’t ever ask me what I’m up to
You don’t wanna hear what I’mma say
Smith & Wesson hanging out the sun roof
I might end up MIA (MIA)

I’m such a loser, swear to god I’m the worst
I always fuck everything up it’s a curse
And I can’t even catch a break when everybody’s in my way
I’m such a loser swear to god I’m the worst

If I had a death note
I would write my name on every page
Hear them talking shit over my headphones
Every single word that they say
If I had a death note
I would write my name on every page
Hear them talking shit over my headphones
Every single word that they say

I’m such a loser, swear to god I’m the worst
I always fuck everything up it’s a curse
And I can’t even catch a break when everybody’s in my way
I’m such a loser swear to god I’m the worst
I’m the worst
I’m the worst

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This is our Ground by Tony Gibbs
All rights reserved © ℗ 2025 Tony Gibbs 

Boots on the gravel, dirt on our hands,
Raised on work, not promises made in the sand.
Red, white, and blue runs deep in our veins,
From backroad prayers to factory gates.

We’ve been pushed, we’ve been tested, still we stand tall,
When the night gets loud, we rise, we don’t fall.

Every mile, every scar, every name we claim—
You can hear us comin’ when we call it out loud—

HEY! — This is our ground!
HEY! — Hear that freedom sound!
HEY! — This is our ground!
HEY! — Hear that freedom sound!
Hands up high, let ‘em see us now,
Every heart beatin’ proud and loud.
From the small-town streets to the lights downtown,
We don’t back down — this is our ground!
This is our ground!
This is our ground!
This is our ground!

We don’t need gold streets to know our worth,
Just faith, a flag, and the sweat of our work.
Mamas prayin’, daddies standin’ strong,
Teaching kids what’s right when the world goes wrong.

When they count us out, we dig in deep,
‘Cause this land was built by the ones who believed.

Every voice, every soul, every line we draw—
When we stand together, we’re unbreakable—

HEY! — This is our ground!
HEY! — Hear that freedom sound!
HEY! — This is our ground!
HEY! — Hear that freedom sound!
Hands up high, let ‘em see us now,
Every heart beatin’ proud and loud.
From the small-town streets to the lights downtown,
We don’t back down — this is our ground!
This is our ground!
This is our ground!
This is our ground!

Yeah, we still believe!
In God and the dream!

HEY! — This is our ground!
Lift those lights, let ‘em shine all around!
Every broken place, every lost-and-found,
We stand our ground — this is our ground!
This is our ground!
This is our ground!
This is our ground!


We don’t back down — this is our ground!

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