Butt No Rifle
๐ต 1007 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:00 duration
๐ ID: 9805855
๐ Lyrics
It is the capital
It is the refusal
It is the realism
That I'm referred to
I eloped when shit got real
To a castle on a hill
With a spur hung off my heel
But no rifle
I am kindly as a bit
On the saddle where I sit
With a stetson, perfect fit
But no rifle
I can show you to the killer
But I ain't got the instinct
I am on my cowboy shit with no rifle
There is memory, forgetting
And intention, that is it
I am on my cowboy shit with no rifle
Time, where does it go to?
Kills the things it grows to
Laugh at what we go through
I submit to love
Yield to understanding
Be a flock of doves
There is no reprimanding
When submitting to love
I eloped when shit got real
To a castle on a hill
With a spur hung off my heel
But no rifle
There is memory, forgetting
And intention, that is it
I am on my cowboy shit with no rifle
Yield to understanding
Be a flock of doves
There is no reprimanding
When submitting to love
Surender to you instinct
Surender to your gut
There is no understanding
I submit to love
It is the refusal
It is the realism
That I'm referred to
I eloped when shit got real
To a castle on a hill
With a spur hung off my heel
But no rifle
I am kindly as a bit
On the saddle where I sit
With a stetson, perfect fit
But no rifle
I can show you to the killer
But I ain't got the instinct
I am on my cowboy shit with no rifle
There is memory, forgetting
And intention, that is it
I am on my cowboy shit with no rifle
Time, where does it go to?
Kills the things it grows to
Laugh at what we go through
I submit to love
Yield to understanding
Be a flock of doves
There is no reprimanding
When submitting to love
I eloped when shit got real
To a castle on a hill
With a spur hung off my heel
But no rifle
There is memory, forgetting
And intention, that is it
I am on my cowboy shit with no rifle
Yield to understanding
Be a flock of doves
There is no reprimanding
When submitting to love
Surender to you instinct
Surender to your gut
There is no understanding
I submit to love
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:37.59] It is the capital
[00:40.13] It is the refusal
[00:42.78] It is the realism
[00:45.41] That I'm referred to
[00:46.57]
[00:55.37] I eloped when shit got real
[00:57.25] To a castle on a hill
[00:59.47] With a spur hung off my heel
[01:01.03] But no rifle
[01:03.85] I am kindly as a bit
[01:06.33] On the saddle where I sit
[01:08.33] With a stetson, perfect fit
[01:09.75] But no rifle
[01:12.61] I can show you to the killer
[01:14.91] But I ain't got the instinct
[01:17.02] I am on my cowboy shit with no rifle
[01:21.23] There is memory, forgetting
[01:23.64] And intention, that is it
[01:25.59] I am on my cowboy shit with no rifle
[01:32.39] Time, where does it go to?
[01:35.07] Kills the things it grows to
[01:37.26] Laugh at what we go through
[01:40.20] I submit to love
[01:42.83] Yield to understanding
[01:45.64] Be a flock of doves
[01:48.36] There is no reprimanding
[01:51.10] When submitting to love
[01:52.27]
[02:13.69] I eloped when shit got real
[02:16.31] To a castle on a hill
[02:19.39] With a spur hung off my heel
[02:21.46] But no rifle
[02:24.74] There is memory, forgetting
[02:27.49] And intention, that is it
[02:29.80] I am on my cowboy shit with no rifle
[02:37.73] Yield to understanding
[02:40.40] Be a flock of doves
[02:42.96] There is no reprimanding
[02:45.60] When submitting to love
[02:48.37] Surender to you instinct
[02:51.20] Surender to your gut
[02:53.64] There is no understanding
[02:56.81] I submit to love
[02:58.01]
[00:40.13] It is the refusal
[00:42.78] It is the realism
[00:45.41] That I'm referred to
[00:46.57]
[00:55.37] I eloped when shit got real
[00:57.25] To a castle on a hill
[00:59.47] With a spur hung off my heel
[01:01.03] But no rifle
[01:03.85] I am kindly as a bit
[01:06.33] On the saddle where I sit
[01:08.33] With a stetson, perfect fit
[01:09.75] But no rifle
[01:12.61] I can show you to the killer
[01:14.91] But I ain't got the instinct
[01:17.02] I am on my cowboy shit with no rifle
[01:21.23] There is memory, forgetting
[01:23.64] And intention, that is it
[01:25.59] I am on my cowboy shit with no rifle
[01:32.39] Time, where does it go to?
[01:35.07] Kills the things it grows to
[01:37.26] Laugh at what we go through
[01:40.20] I submit to love
[01:42.83] Yield to understanding
[01:45.64] Be a flock of doves
[01:48.36] There is no reprimanding
[01:51.10] When submitting to love
[01:52.27]
[02:13.69] I eloped when shit got real
[02:16.31] To a castle on a hill
[02:19.39] With a spur hung off my heel
[02:21.46] But no rifle
[02:24.74] There is memory, forgetting
[02:27.49] And intention, that is it
[02:29.80] I am on my cowboy shit with no rifle
[02:37.73] Yield to understanding
[02:40.40] Be a flock of doves
[02:42.96] There is no reprimanding
[02:45.60] When submitting to love
[02:48.37] Surender to you instinct
[02:51.20] Surender to your gut
[02:53.64] There is no understanding
[02:56.81] I submit to love
[02:58.01]