Danno Simpson - Larimer County Jail
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{Verse 1}
I'm howlin' at the moon
Chasing lines of powder into Sunday afternoon
I'm (?...)
Haven't slept in three whole days, I'll slow down when I'm dead
{Chorus}
And maybe I was too damn young, too dumb to even care
Keep this living up until my lungs run out of air
Or I'll end up getting sober in the Larimer County Jail
Keep this living up and son you're going straight to hell
{Verse 2}
I found myself a girl
She likes to party hard all night 'til her whole world spins and twirls
She ain't to sweet on me
But these pills that I've selling keeps her heart still set on me
{Chorus}
And maybe I was too damn young, too dumb to even care
Keep this living up until my lungs run out of air
Or I'll end up getting sober in thе Larimer County Jail
Keep this living up and son you're going straight to hell
{Verse 3}
Timе ain't no friend to me
All these creases carved upon my face, (?...) 23
Can't stop these voices in my head
Just pray to God that he's the one I hear when I'm in bed
{Chorus}
And maybe I was too damn young, too dumb to even care
Keep this living up until my lungs run out of air
Or I'll end up getting sober in the Larimer County Jail
Keep this living up and son you're going straight to hell
Keep this living up and son you're going straight to hell
{Verse 1}
I'm howlin' at the moon
Chasing lines of powder into Sunday afternoon
I'm (?...)
Haven't slept in three whole days, I'll slow down when I'm dead
{Chorus}
And maybe I was too damn young, too dumb to even care
Keep this living up until my lungs run out of air
Or I'll end up getting sober in the Larimer County Jail
Keep this living up and son you're going straight to hell
{Verse 2}
I found myself a girl
She likes to party hard all night 'til her whole world spins and twirls
She ain't to sweet on me
But these pills that I've selling keeps her heart still set on me
{Chorus}
And maybe I was too damn young, too dumb to even care
Keep this living up until my lungs run out of air
Or I'll end up getting sober in thе Larimer County Jail
Keep this living up and son you're going straight to hell
{Verse 3}
Timе ain't no friend to me
All these creases carved upon my face, (?...) 23
Can't stop these voices in my head
Just pray to God that he's the one I hear when I'm in bed
{Chorus}
And maybe I was too damn young, too dumb to even care
Keep this living up until my lungs run out of air
Or I'll end up getting sober in the Larimer County Jail
Keep this living up and son you're going straight to hell
Keep this living up and son you're going straight to hell