Dry Bust Joel Deacon

Dry Bust
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca, Dry Bust
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca, Dry Bust
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca, Dry Bust
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca, Dry Bust
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca, Dry Bust
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca, Dry Bust
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca, Dry Bust
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca, Dry Bust



Left hand is getting sore from this strokin
I'm about to bust but nothing comes out
So while he fills her ass, it's appealing to see
This time around I'm not filled with glee
I realize I'm addicted, what is wrong with me
A melancholy feeling, it's removing my smile
And all I wanna hear is "I love you"
But that is just a dream
But I don't get sleep, no



These urges, these urges, they won't stop
Turn the gun into my mouth
I don't wanna do this anymore
It's at least 6 times a day
I would love forever, but I'm lonely
Turn the gun into my mouth
These urges, these urgеs, they won't stop
I am determinеd