Morgan Wallen – Miami Lyrics

Morgan Wallen – Miami Lyrics
Miami
Morgan Wallen
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    "Miami." - Morgan Wallen

    Album: I’m The Problem
    Track No: 35

    [Verse 1]
    It gets cold in Tennesse in January
    I done tagged out all my bucks
    Wasn't no one seein' ducks
    Thought that I could use some out the ordinary
    Trade them pine trees for a palm
    By the ocean, peace and calm
    So I bought a seat and caught a buzz
    Headed straight to South Beach
    And there she was

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Havana in her accent
    Coconut and Captain
    And by the end of the day
    She was beggin' me to stay in Miami

    [Chorus]
    It ain't nothin' like where I'm from, nah
    Yeah, I can't keep my gun in my truck in Miami
    They don't know my name at these bars
    And you can't even see any stars in Miami
    You got mе MIA for a couple days now
    But it don't hit the same as my Tеnnessee town (Miami)
    Except for gettin' sand in my boots
    Ask yourself, "What the hell is a redneck gon' do in Miami?"
    Miami

    [Verse 2]
    That sun went down and then she dragged me to the city
    Took some elevator up, now it's whiskey in the club
    And she dancin' with her body up against me
    There ain't no out to these skirts, but they still got some curves in Miami

    [Chorus]
    It ain't nothin' like where I'm from, oh
    Yeah, I can't keep my gun in my truck in Miami
    They don't know my name at these bars
    And you can't even see any stars in Miami
    You got me MIA for a couple days now
    But it don't hit the same as my Tennessee town (Miami)
    Except for gettin' sand in my boots
    Ask yourself, "What the hell is a redneck gon' do in Miami?"
    Miami

    [Bridge]
    Yeah, and then I bought a seat and caught a bus
    Honestly, a part of me was still in love
    With Havana in her accent
    Coconut and Captain
    Swear it almost happened
    Damn, I almost stayed my ass in Miami

    [Chorus]
    It ain't nothin' like where I'm from, oh
    Yeah, I can't keep my gun in my truck in Miami
    They don't know my name at these bars
    And you can't even see any stars in Miami
    You got me MIA for a couple days now
    But it don't hit the same as my Tennessee town (Miami)
    Except for gettin' sand in my boots
    Ask yourself, "What the hell is a redneck gon' do in Miami?"
    Miami

    Writer(s): Morgan Wallen.

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