Drift Away By Uncle Kracker Lyrics Novels & Stories

The audience cheered along with us as the song was upbeat than those previous ones, 🎶Now there's only one thing left for me to do, Slip on my favourite dress and sky high leather boots Check the mirror one last time And kissed the past goodbye What I’m really needing now Is a double shot of crown Chase that disco ball around ‘Til I don't remember Go until they cut me off Wanna get a little lost in the noise,in the lights Hey Bartender pour’em hot tonight Till the party and the music and the truth collide Bring it ‘til his memory fades away Hey Bartender 🎶 *****

It's just an old beat up truck Some say that I should trade up Now that I got some jangle in my pocket But what they don't understand Is it's the miles that make a man I wouldn't trade that thing in for a rocket What they don't know is my dad and me We drove her out to Tennessee She's still here, and now he's gone So I hold on It's just an old beat up box Its rusty strings across the top It probably don't look like much to you

You drag, I light, boy Tell me all the ways to love you Tell me all the ways to love you Tell me all the ways to love you Breathe me in, exhale slow Take me to anywhere you wanna go Breathe me in, exhale slow Take me to anywhere you wanna go 'Cause you're safe like springtime Show days, long nights, boy Tell me all the ways to love you 'Cause you taste like Lucky Strikes You drag, I light, boy Tell me all the ways to love you Tell me all the ways to love you Tell me all the ways to love you Tell me all the ways Tell me all the ways (Tell me all the ways to love you) (Tell me all the ways to love you)

But lately I don't feel that way Try to remember what brought us together And to forget what's driving us apart You know we can't wait here forever Just making time and going no where Is this our last dance Can we take another chance To be alone together still Are we wasting time chasing dreams Not yours or mine Care for you I always will We can try to keep the love from fading Cuz' all we have a reasons to be gone Remember when you used to make me smile But lately I don't feel the same Look up and I see your face I can see you looking back at me Every time I think it's getting better Just making time and going no where Is this our last dance Can we take another chance To be alone together s

By Doja Kat. ***“Can you kiss me more? We’re so young, boy. We ain’t got nothin’ to lose, oh,oh. Its just principle, Baby, hold me ‘cause I like the way you grove, oh, oh, oh.”*** The voice was vaguely familiar, one that Drake had heard quite often when he went out with Sampson and Madeline, during drunk Karaoke. But no, it couldn’t be, could it? His mother would never dream of doing something so scandalous.

The strap marks from the High Hall still burned like brands across my skin. Outcast. The word echoed with every painful heartbeat. My name had been stripped from every record. My belongings burned. Everything I had loved… erased. I stumbled and fell hard onto the frozen ground. Pain flared through my body, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my chest. How had it come to this? How had the men I loved—the ones who once held me like I was their entire world—thrown me away so easily? A soft, melodic laugh cut through the trees.

I hustled to the driver’s seat next and started the engine. “Where are we going?” Zahra asked. I didn’t answer, I marched my pedal. I’d rather be anywhere but here. No, that won’t do. I have to go as far away from Derrick as possible. Even if it's the end of the earth. “What about Uncle Ro?” Still nothing. “Are we leaving him behind?” she sniffled. “Mommy…you’re crying.”

Please? Tears are soaking my cheeks as I scrabble for purchase because I’m beyond desperate. I’ve never seen Uncle this enraged before. He looked ready to kill me. And then I hear it. I still go to listen harder. There. The faintest snarl. The sense I’m no longer alone. Is that you? “Looks like we didn’t send him a big enough piece. I guess we’re going to have to do something about that,” Uncle growls as he continues to drag me down the stairs.

“Let’s get going before we’re late. Want to ride in the car with the roof down?” His face lights up again instantly. “Yes! Yes! Can we play my song?” “What song?” He claps his hands, already bouncing toward the door. “The one that goes ‘I’m unstoppable, I’m a Porsche with no brakes!’” I laugh, shaking my head. “Oh God. That one.” He gasps. “Don’t say bad words, Uncle Ro!” I grin. “You’re right. My bad. Let’s go, Mr. No Brakes.”