Verse 1. I don't talk to God like you always tell me I should. I don't live my life every day like you prayed that I would. Yeah, I'm a mess of a man, with lessons to learn. You're the last thing on e
Verse 1. It happens every time. We pop that top, squeeze that lime. I get to feelin' like a Buffett song. Blame it on your sunkissed tan. Your hand there in my hand. Every day's a trip that you send m