I woke up feelin' dangerous put some bullets in my gunBrown liquor in my coffee and I called the boss's sonI told him to tell his daddy, I'm tired of his routineI'm a ramblin' and a gamblin' man and bettin' it all on meYeah, I tell my eagle where to flyIf it's not broke, I'm a break it kind of guyHold up on rollin' up the streets in this townI got a bucket full of paint left and match to burn it downWhen it comes to raisin' hell ‘bout to take y'all to schoolAin't big on all your laws and don't care about your rulesYeah, I tell my eagle where to flyIf it's not broke, I'm a break it kind of guyYeah, I tell my eagle where to flyIf it's not brokе, I'm a break it kind of guyYeah girl, I know this time of night I'm your forbiddеn fruitBefore you bite this apple, you need to know the truthYou won't like the ending so ya might not wanna startIf ya gonna hold me tonight girl hang on to your heart‘Cause I tell my eagle where to flyIf it's not broke, I'm a break it kind of guyI tell my eagle where to flyIf it's not broke, I'm a break it kind of guyDon't tell me where to put itI put it where I wantDon't tell me how to do itAnd don't tell me how to don'tDon't tell me how to wing itI wing it how I wantAnd don't tell me how to sing itIt's my damn songDon't tell me where to put itI put it where I wantDon't tell me how to do itAnd don't tell me how to don'tDon't tell me how to wing itI wing it how I wantAnd don't tell me how to sing itIt's my damn songYeah, I tell my eagle where to flyIf it's not broke, I'm a break it kind of guyYeah, I tell my eagle where to fly
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I woke up feelin' dangerous put some bullets in my gun
Brown liquor in my coffee and I called the boss's son
I told him to tell his daddy, I'm tired of his routine
I'm a ramblin' and a gamblin' man and bettin' it all on me
Yeah, I tell my eagle where to fly
If it's not broke, I'm a break it kind of guy
Hold up on rollin' up the streets in this town
I got a bucket full of paint left and match to burn it down
When it comes to raisin' hell ‘bout to take y'all to school
Ain't big on all your laws and don't care about your rules
Yeah, I tell my eagle where to fly
If it's not broke, I'm a break it kind of guy
Yeah, I tell my eagle where to fly
If it's not brokе, I'm a break it kind of guy
Yeah girl, I know this time of night I'm your forbiddеn fruit
Before you bite this apple, you need to know the truth
You won't like the ending so ya might not wanna start
If ya gonna hold me tonight girl hang on to your heart
‘Cause I tell my eagle where to fly
If it's not broke, I'm a break it kind of guy
I tell my eagle where to fly
If it's not broke, I'm a break it kind of guy
Don't tell me where to put it
I put it where I want
Don't tell me how to do it
And don't tell me how to don't
Don't tell me how to wing it
I wing it how I want
And don't tell me how to sing it
It's my damn song
Don't tell me where to put it
I put it where I want
Don't tell me how to do it
And don't tell me how to don't
Don't tell me how to wing it
I wing it how I want
And don't tell me how to sing it
It's my damn song
Yeah, I tell my eagle where to fly
If it's not broke, I'm a break it kind of guy
Yeah, I tell my eagle where to fly
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