1, 2 Many (The Writer's Cut) - Luke Combs

Every time I step out I'm with the whole gang Nothing but the whole gang Right hand to God Nothing but the whole truth (You ready?) Now she's saying that it's over, uh Hell no, it isn't over, uh And she know I'm never sober, yeah And she still coming over Big surprise That's okay, I got some big, bigger fish to fry I wish when I was a kid, I woulda listened more If I never hit it big, I'd be with her more Hold her hand and hug and kiss her more Already had one too many Got one more in me and I'm still downtown She had it up to here with me still downtown Made up your mind but I'm still down Already had one too many Got one more in me and I'm still downtown She had it up to here with me still downtown Made up your mind but I'm still down You pick me up then I piss you off again You mad as fuck 'cause I'm off the drugs again Now we still downtown And we headed to downtown And I can't stop running around town, still Running to downtown, still Yeah, we still downtown Already had one too many Got one more in me and I'm still downtown She had it up to here with me still downtown Made up your mind but I'm still down Already had one too many Got one more in me and I'm still downtown She had it up to here with me still downtown Made up your mind but I'm still down Yeah, you can say I lost my head down there You can say I found my way around I've been up, I've been down all year, year round We ain't never turn down You can say I lost my head down there We've been downtown all year, year round Run it up, turn me up all year, year round We ain't never turn down (We ain't never turn down) Already had one too many Got one more in me and I'm still downtown She had it up to here with me still downtown Made up your mind but I'm still down

Now it's time for our wrap up Let's give it everything we've got Ready? Begin Artificial amateurs, aren't at all amazing Analytically, I assault, animate things Broken barriers bounded by the bomb beat Buildings are broken, basically I'm bombarding Casually create catastrophes, casualties Cancelling cats got their canopies collapsing Detonate a dime of dank daily doin' dough Demonstrations, Don Dada on the down low Eatin' other editors with each and every energetic Epileptic episode, elevated etiquette Furious fat fabulous fantastic Flurries of funk felt, feeding the fanatics Gift got great global goods gone glorious Gettin' godly in his game with the goriest Hit 'em high, hella height, historical Hey holocaust hints, hear 'em holler at your homeboy Imitators idolize, I intimidate In a instant, I'll rise in a irate state Juiced on my jams like Jheri curls jockin' joints Justly, it's just me, writin my journals Kindly, I'm kindling all kinds of ink on Karate kick type Brits in my kingdom Let me live a long life, lyrically lessons is Learned lame louses just lose to my livery My mind makes marvelous moves, masses Marvel and move, many mock what I've mastered Niggas nap knowin' I'm nice naturally Knack, never lack, make noise nationally Operation, opposition, off, not optional Out of sight, out of mind, wide beaming opticals Perfected poem, powerful punchlines Pummeling petty powder puffs in my prime Quite quaint quotes keep quiet it's Quannum Quarrelers ain't got a quarter of what we got uh Really raw raps, risin' up rapidly Riding the rushing radioactivity Super scientifical sound search sought Silencing stupefied saps that are soft Tales ten times talented, too tough Take that, challengers, get a tune up Universal, unique untouched Unadulterated, the raw uncut Verb vice lord victorious valid Violate vibes that are vain, make 'em vanished Wow, well, well, what a wise wordsmith just Weaving up words weeded up on my work shift Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large X-height letters, and xylophone tones Yellow back, yak mouth, young ones yaws Yesterday's lawn yard sale, I yawn Zigzag zombies, zoomin' to the zenith Zero in zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme zealots! Good, can you say it faster?

I got a job, and my name's Joe Spend my days at the Texaco Never show up late Never show up drunk 'Cause when I get half lit, I'm a loaded gun Made a couple of wrong turns, did county time I do everything I can to stay between the lines I got a couple of good buddies that all stop in Say "it's good to see you brother, man, how you been?" I can't complain, I'm doin' alright Sleepin' pretty good, staying dry Thank the Lord every mornin' with a sweet Amen For how far I've come from, where I been So here's to good days, better tomorrows And a light, at the end of the bottle Some battles are fought on foreign shores And some are fought behind closed doors Some fall from grace Some lose their wings Some find the peace, salvation brings I got a couple of good buddies that all stop in Say "it's good to see you brother, man, how you been?" I can't complain, I'm doin' alright Sleepin' pretty good, staying dry Thank the Lord every mornin' with a sweet Amen For how far I've come from, where I been So here's to good days, better tomorrows And a light, at the end of the bottle Here's to good days, here's to livin' And here's to old sins, being forgiven And a bunch of good buddies that all drop in Say "it's good to see you brother, man, how you been?" I can't complain, I'm doin' alright Sleepin' pretty good, staying dry Thank the Lord every mornin' with a sweet Amen For how far I've come from, where I been So here's to good days, better tomorrows And a light, at the end of the bottle At the end of the bottle

There are stars in the southern sky Southward as you go There is moonlight and moss in the trees Down the Seven Bridges Road Now I have loved you like a baby Like some lonesome child And I have loved you in a tame way And I have loved you wild Sometimes there's a part of me Has to turn from here and go Runnin' like a child from these warm stars Down the Seven Bridges Road There are stars in the southern sky And if e'er you decide you should go There is a taste of thyme-sweetened honey Down the Seven Bridges Road