It Gets Dark
Its get dark for us baby
I left my Cousin with his lady
We can lay up or gets crazy
We can’t stray to far
But the ways its been Going lately
We won’t have very long
But well be singing songs baby
You know that I ing love you
You know that I wanna you
You know it like you know god baby
Like faith
In the face of nasty odds baby
You know it like you know God baby
Like I hold you around
Your waist and I taste
Your neck and say its for a good cause
Baby
It gets dark and it gets cold
The wind that
Hits us is a 150 years old
Its a crissagrim made of gold baby
It’s Gets Dark
It’s Gets Dark
Copyright © Travis Wilson | Year Posted 2025
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