Waylon Wyatt — O.D.: тексты песен, клипы и концерты

O.D.

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Трек «O.D.» вышел в 15 ноября 2024 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «Music Soup/Darkroom Records»)Til The Sun Goes Down - EP

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На прошлой неделе трек «O.D.» чаще всего распознавался по первым нескольким секундам.

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Waylon Wyatt

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Waylon Wyatt Potter

Waylon Wyatt Potter

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Tommy Trautwein

Tommy Trautwein

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Waylon Wyatt

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[Verse 1]

I don't drink

Never been drunk at all

But your love runs through me like alcohol

Don't smoke

Ain't never been stoned neither

But you get me higher than a daggum fever

Soothe my soul in all the wrong ways you can

Falling out since you called me your man

I'm hooked on you, and I don't know how

Don't sit there and act so innocent now

[Chorus]

If your love was a drug, I wouldn't get enough

I'd be cracked-out, bad-mouthed, lacking teeth

Crashed out, blacked out, lacking sleep

Hard sight to see, living out on the streets

Being a wreck, a wretch, begging for cash

Just so I can buy some more of that

Good stuff, your love gets me weak

With just your touch, wouldn't get clean

Better yet, I don't think I'd even try

One more taste of those lips, and I'm done for life

If your love was a drug

I'd be guaranteed to O.D.

[Verse 2]

See my eyes

Made 'em bloodshot red

'Cause I ain't gotten no sleep lying in my bed

And I might, might just be a fiend

All these feelings you're giving to me

I'm the maddest addict ever known

You can never trust to leave me alone

Without a smoke or swig of you to make it through

Lord only knows what I would do

[Chorus]

If your love was a drug, I wouldn't get enough

I'd be cracked-out, bad-mouthed, lacking teeth

Crashed out, blacked out, lacking sleep

Hard sight to see, living out on the streets

Being a wreck, a wretch, begging for cash

So I can buy some more of that

Good stuff, your love gets me weak

With just your touch, wouldn't get clean

Better yet, I don't think I'd even try

One more taste of those lips and I'm done for life

If your love was a drug

I'd be guaranteed to O.D.

Written by: Waylon Wyatt Potter

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