Eric Church - Break It Kind of Guy lyrics
[Eric Church - Break It Kind of Guy lyrics]
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
I'm ‘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 you might not wanna start
If you're 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
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
I'm ‘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 you might not wanna start
If you're 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