Sorrow Done Ryan Scott Oliver (Ft. Kerstin Anderson)

[WILLA]
They got too much here
Rich as cake, George
I'm hot to touch here
Need to break, George
Need to break, George
Need to break, George
Sure they've been nice though
Ain't no doubt, George
But at what price, though
Get me out, George

Because I never hear my heart
It's an empty sound
Never hear my heart, no
Since you ain't around
I've been sick and I've been tired
I was almost drowned
But come tomorrow's sun
This won't be no concern
I'll see my sorrow done
When finally, George
You return

I wanna eat grave stew
And hitch on a freight, George
Roll like them waves do
And ooh, ooh!
I wanna skate, George
I wanna skate, George
Roller skate, George
Yeah, I gotta break free there
And who cares what danger
It'll only be me there
Instead of a stranger