Take My Drunk Ass Home (Demo) - Luke Bryan

I think I heard him say when he was struggling up the hill I think I heard him say, take my mother home Then I'll die easy, take my mother home I'll die so easy, Take my mother home I think I heard him say, when they was raffling off his clothes I think I heard him say, take my mother home I think I heard him cry when they was nailing in the nails I think I heard him cry, take my mother home I'll die this death on calvary, ain't gonna die no more I'll die on calvary, ain't gonna die no more Ain't gonna die no more I think I heard him say, when he was giving up the ghost I think I heard him say, please, take my mother homeome Please, take my mother home

I will retire to the Salton Sea At the age of 23 For I'm starting to learn I may never be free But though I may never be free Fuck you and your money I'm tired of your money And I sit on the curb 'cause it's the prettiest night With no one else in sight You know I wore this dress for you These killer heels for you See the dark, it moves With every breath of the breeze

Take her home to my momma, home to my momma Take her home to my momma, yeah Radio Killa, we beat those things up like Gorillas Whoa, hey, now where my niggas at? I'm lookin' for them things, shawty up in the place Man, I'm trying to get a ten, you better be the shit I'm making my way through the muthafukin' club I got that Patron up in my muthafuckin' cup They starting to look good, they starting to look fine Now which one of y'all Make me lose my muthafuckin' mind That's when I seen you, you, you, you, you, you Doing what you do, do, do, do, do Now why you ain't my girlfriend I had to run right up out of the V1 Pop that, I seen you drop that Now I'm like do that again Shawty do that again I don't believe it 'till I see it, shawty do that again I'mma take you home to my momma Shawty do that again, shawty do that again I'm like damn, my niggas like damn Her titties like ooh, her booty like ooh I'm tryin' to get it goin' 'cause I'm already gone Shawty I'll need your number We gonna leave right now and I'm take back to my home Shawty look good, shawty look fine She said we could leave after one more dance I said take your time I'm all on you, you, you, you, you, you Keep doing what you do, do, do, do, do Now why you ain't my girlfriend I had to run right up out of the V1 Pop that, I seen you drop that Now I'm like do that again Shawty do that again I don't believe it till I see it, shawty do that again Imma take you home to my momma Shawty do that again, shawty do that again I'm gonna take her home to my momma Home to my momma, home to my momma, yeah I'm gonna take her home to my momma Home to my momma, take her home to my momma, yeah Her titties like ooh, her booty like ooh Take her home to my momma Home to my momma, home to my momma, yeah I'm gonna take her home to my momma Home to my momma, home to my momma, yeah Take her home to my momma Home to my momma, home to my momma, yeah I'm gonna take her home to my momma Home to my momma, home to my momma, yeah

J'ai vendu ma misère pour une voix de soumission Au fond de moi la sentinelle pouvait briller sans exception Et les sourires étaient les mêmes A-t-on le cri du coeur, la vérité ou la raison Vous n'entendez donc que la bête et ses réponses à vos questions Est-ce que la fièvre est un délit d'opinion Est-ce que ma peine était un vote de sanction Et la sentinelle qui trouve réponse à mes questions Serait-ce la bête Serait-ce la bête Ou bien l'oppression Mon cri sert de silence aux fossoyeurs de compassion Aux mijaurées de la suffisance, aux incendiaires de l'unisson Quand un sourire décède d'avoir trop souri à l'opinion À cette soupape, cette sainte-atelle, j'aurais pu encore dire non Est-ce que la fièvre est un délit d'opinion Est-ce que ma peine était un vote de sanction Et la sentinelle qui trouve réponse à mes questions Serait-ce la bête Serait-ce la bête Ou bien l'oppression Ou bien l'oppression Ou bien l'oppression Ravale donc ta rengaine Ravale donc tes sanglots De l'amour ou de la haine Qui donc aura bon dos J'ai eu ce cri de guerre pas en faux-frére mais en sans-nom Je donne ma main à l'enfer, sous vos crachats, ma rédition Est-ce que la fièvre est un délit d'opinion Est-ce que ma peine était un vote de sanction Et la sentinelle qui trouve réponse à mes questions Serait-ce la bête Serait-ce la bête Ou bien l'oppression