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Tore Up

๐Ÿ‘ค Upchurch โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ King of Dixie โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:52
๐ŸŽต 3046 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:52 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 6046724

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

The only time I see you is when we're in a crowd
You're with your friends and I'm with mine, the music's bumping loud
You used to be the girl that didn't go out on the town
Now you have these crazy nights on Instagram you post about
And through the neon smoke
On a midtown strip
When I'm home alone
You're out with your friends
I still get tore up
I still get tore up about it
I still get tore up
I still get tore up about it
I still get tore up
I still get tore up about it
I still get tore up about it
Up about it, up about it, up about it
Uh, yeah we ain't as young as we once was
Back when I had no tattoos, no ID to get in clubs
We walked Broadway looking at the lights and nightlife that we never seen
Breathing in those toxic fumes from buses sitting on Second Ave
Trying to sneak into the spots where all the big boys used to roll around
I was 130 pound soaking wet but I felt like Zeus when you was around
A long way from them county roads in a small taste of that city life
Sweet smell of that Jack Daniel's, old cigarette smoke and neon lights
With Alan Jackson from the background coming from a country cover band
And a homeless lady on a street corner killing it when she plays that violin
Johnny and June on them alley walls that slept up way back when
We didn't know shit about life just six months into having our license
And if these words were Polaroids these pictures would be priceless
But these thoughts up in my head keep replaying because they're timeless
So whenever you're out up on the town cheers to the times that we had
Let the flames of life drift down the strip of Music City
I still get tore up
I still get tore up about it
I still get tore up
I still get tore up about it
I still get tore up
I still get tore up about it
I still get tore up about it
Up about it, up about it, up about it
Yeah, huh, not as young as we was, right?
Now I've been kicked out of every bar except the one I'm sitting in tonight
I had about twelve drafts and two shots, now I'm in a back alley smoking pot
And stumbled into a fist fight with some jockey dudes and get roughed up
But it's all good, that Jack Daniel's got me fucked up as always
And if I leave this neon strip it's looking like I fought a saw blade
Got alcohol on my white suede, car parked on Broadway
No pretty lady in the passenger 'cause of dumb choices that I made
I start the Chevy and it's always her song bumping through them sound waves
One bullet in that pistol Smith & Wesson come take the pain away
I talk to my drunk self and tell my sober self I can't take me
So I pull the gun on my other half like, "Why you always blaming me?"
I still get tore up
I still get tore up about it
I still get tore up
I still get tore up about it
I still get tore up
I still get tore up about it
I still get tore up about it
Up about it, up about it, up about it
I still get tore up
I still get tore up about it
I still get tore up
I still get tore up about it
I still get tore up
I still get tore up about it
I still get tore up about it
Up about it, up about it, up about it

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:11.49] The only time I see you is when we're in a crowd
[00:14.28] You're with your friends and I'm with mine, the music's bumping loud
[00:17.25] You used to be the girl that didn't go out on the town
[00:20.00] Now you have these crazy nights on Instagram you post about
[00:23.17] And through the neon smoke
[00:26.10] On a midtown strip
[00:29.16] When I'm home alone
[00:31.82] You're out with your friends
[00:34.28] I still get tore up
[00:36.94] I still get tore up about it
[00:40.17] I still get tore up
[00:43.55] I still get tore up about it
[00:46.40] I still get tore up
[00:49.71] I still get tore up about it
[00:52.36] I still get tore up about it
[00:54.35] Up about it, up about it, up about it
[01:00.54] Uh, yeah we ain't as young as we once was
[01:03.10] Back when I had no tattoos, no ID to get in clubs
[01:06.29] We walked Broadway looking at the lights and nightlife that we never seen
[01:09.04] Breathing in those toxic fumes from buses sitting on Second Ave
[01:12.10] Trying to sneak into the spots where all the big boys used to roll around
[01:15.12] I was 130 pound soaking wet but I felt like Zeus when you was around
[01:18.42] A long way from them county roads in a small taste of that city life
[01:21.55] Sweet smell of that Jack Daniel's, old cigarette smoke and neon lights
[01:24.63] With Alan Jackson from the background coming from a country cover band
[01:27.65] And a homeless lady on a street corner killing it when she plays that violin
[01:30.71] Johnny and June on them alley walls that slept up way back when
[01:33.50] We didn't know shit about life just six months into having our license
[01:36.80] And if these words were Polaroids these pictures would be priceless
[01:39.60] But these thoughts up in my head keep replaying because they're timeless
[01:42.26] So whenever you're out up on the town cheers to the times that we had
[01:45.77] Let the flames of life drift down the strip of Music City
[01:47.53] I still get tore up
[01:50.70] I still get tore up about it
[01:53.95] I still get tore up
[01:56.89] I still get tore up about it
[01:59.54] I still get tore up
[02:03.00] I still get tore up about it
[02:06.08] I still get tore up about it
[02:07.82] Up about it, up about it, up about it
[02:13.15] Yeah, huh, not as young as we was, right?
[02:16.44] Now I've been kicked out of every bar except the one I'm sitting in tonight
[02:18.94] I had about twelve drafts and two shots, now I'm in a back alley smoking pot
[02:22.38] And stumbled into a fist fight with some jockey dudes and get roughed up
[02:25.00] But it's all good, that Jack Daniel's got me fucked up as always
[02:27.65] And if I leave this neon strip it's looking like I fought a saw blade
[02:30.89] Got alcohol on my white suede, car parked on Broadway
[02:33.89] No pretty lady in the passenger 'cause of dumb choices that I made
[02:37.05] I start the Chevy and it's always her song bumping through them sound waves
[02:40.07] One bullet in that pistol Smith & Wesson come take the pain away
[02:43.21] I talk to my drunk self and tell my sober self I can't take me
[02:46.27] So I pull the gun on my other half like, "Why you always blaming me?"
[02:49.95] I still get tore up
[02:53.06] I still get tore up about it
[02:55.91] I still get tore up
[02:58.99] I still get tore up about it
[03:02.09] I still get tore up
[03:04.85] I still get tore up about it
[03:08.17] I still get tore up about it
[03:10.22] Up about it, up about it, up about it
[03:13.87] I still get tore up
[03:17.32] I still get tore up about it
[03:20.44] I still get tore up
[03:23.43] I still get tore up about it
[03:26.49] I still get tore up
[03:29.33] I still get tore up about it
[03:32.58] I still get tore up about it
[03:34.11] Up about it, up about it, up about it

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