I Wanna See Ur Crazy - Deep Creek Road

Four walls and four calls later I'm a mess Four o'clock and I still need to get dressed Blank page and I'm tryna be on my phone less But I don't wanna feel like I need to be with somebody else to feel OK I've been hard on myself And I don't want love From somebody who doesn't know me I just wanna see my friends I just wanna see my friends FOMO I'm two weeks in I'm a loner Thinking bout' a weekend trip to Arizona For now I sip ice tea in a coma But I don't wanna feel like I need to be with somebody else to feel OK I've been hard on myself And I don't want love From somebody who doesn't know me I just wanna see my friends Hey you you're my best friend I really wanna see ya I just wanna see my friends Hey you you're my best friend I really wanna see ya I just wanna see my friends Hey you you're my best friend I really wanna see ya I just wanna see my friends Hey you you're my best friend I really wanna see ya Thank god my friend called me on the phone We talk a little bit now I don't feel so alone I care and he cares about the moment But I don't wanna feel like I need to be with somebody else to feel OK I've been hard on myself And I don't want love From somebody who doesn't know me I just wanna see my friends Hey you you're my best friend I really wanna see ya I just wanna see my friends Hey you you're my best friend I really wanna see ya I just wanna see my friends Hey you you're my best friend I really wanna see ya I just wanna see my friends Hey you you're my best friend I really wanna see ya I just wanna see my friends Hey you you're my best friend I really wanna see ya I just wanna see my friends Hey you you're my best friend I really wanna see ya

My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun It started with the hayloft a-creakin' Yeah, it just started in the hayloft With his long johns on, Pop went a-creepin' Out to the barn, out to the hay Young lovers and they are not sleeping Young lovers in the hayloft With his gun turned on, Pop went a-creepin' Out to the barn up to the hay My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Hayloft Hayloft My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run. My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun It started with the hayloft a-creakin' Yeah, just started in the hay With his long johns on, Pop went a-creepin' Out to the barn, out to the hayloft Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots With his long tall gun, Pop went a-creepin' To blow their hayloft bedheads straight off My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Hayloft Hayloft Hayloft