Lost my voice
When i spoke of you
Same old jeans
And those ol dirty boots
Took seven days now i'm on the move
Saddled up to ride with you
Met you in a hotel room
Rode with me to the venue
Met your daddy the next day
Talkin trash and playin' video games
(now)i hate the streets of new york city
When you're not there to walk (home) wit me
Was it meant to be
My 27 33
Two years in
We're matching tattoos
Up to my neck
In all these thoughts of you
I'll keep 'em there forever
If you promise you will too
Ain't no telling
What time is gonna do
Met you in a hotel room
Rode with me to the venue
Met your daddy the next day
Talkin trash and playin' video games
Hate the streets of new york city
When you're not there to walk (home) wit me
Was it meant to be
My 27 33
2733 Video (MV)
Performed By: Angel White
Language: English
Length: 4:03
Written by: Dwight A Baker, Angel White, James Droll, Reed Jacob Berin
Angel White - 2733 Lyrics
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English
Lost my voice
When i spoke of you
Same old jeans
And those ol dirty boots
Took seven days now i'm on the move
Saddled up to ride with you
Met you in a hotel room
Rode with me to the venue
Met your daddy the next day
Talkin trash and playin' video games
(now)i hate the streets of new york city
When you're not there to walk (home) wit me
Was it meant to be
My 27 33
Two years in
We're matching tattoos
Up to my neck
In all these thoughts of you
I'll keep 'em there forever
If you promise you will too
Ain't no telling
What time is gonna do
Met you in a hotel room
Rode with me to the venue
Met your daddy the next day
Talkin trash and playin' video games
Hate the streets of new york city
When you're not there to walk (home) wit me
Was it meant to be
My 27 33
When i spoke of you
Same old jeans
And those ol dirty boots
Took seven days now i'm on the move
Saddled up to ride with you
Met you in a hotel room
Rode with me to the venue
Met your daddy the next day
Talkin trash and playin' video games
(now)i hate the streets of new york city
When you're not there to walk (home) wit me
Was it meant to be
My 27 33
Two years in
We're matching tattoos
Up to my neck
In all these thoughts of you
I'll keep 'em there forever
If you promise you will too
Ain't no telling
What time is gonna do
Met you in a hotel room
Rode with me to the venue
Met your daddy the next day
Talkin trash and playin' video games
Hate the streets of new york city
When you're not there to walk (home) wit me
Was it meant to be
My 27 33
Writer: Dwight A Baker, Angel White, James Droll, Reed Jacob Berin
Copyright: Lyrics © ME GUSTA MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © ME GUSTA MUSIC