DESCRIPTION:
"Judge My Past" iTunes song link here:
https://music.apple.com/us/album/judge-my-past/1486340358?i=1486340707

"Game Over" iTunes album link here:
https://music.apple.com/us/album/game-over/1486340358

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Lyrics:
Smoke filled rooms cocaine and whiskey
girls dancing on the bar
listen to band while theyre playing my song
just some local boy rock n roll stars
same routine in the same old jeans
every night looking just to score
you can't judge me by my past, cause I don't live there anymore

i remember small town nights and them big city dreams
remember sitting in the bar felling like i was king
remember smoke filled rooms all the ladies in the back
and the mounds of cocaine sitting right in my lap
yea the cash piled high card table full of hustlers
stolen .45 probably hotter than my muffler
crooked cop on sped dial, smokin' weed in 9 mile
didn't need the river to know i was in D-nial
fast cars fast women no slow down
back yard stack spending go throw down
dancing with the devil like a high school prom
damn the calm before the storm i was the storm before the calm
nobody held my hand and drug me to that water
dehorsed this old horse turned it over to my father
hit my knees hands out and i looked up to the lord
don't judge me by my past, i dont live there anymore


Smoke filled rooms cocaine and whiskey
girls dancing on the bar
listen to band while theyre playing my song
just some local boy rock n roll stars
same routine in the same old jeans
every night looking just to score
you can't judge me by my past, cause I don't live there anymore

You can talk about my past, you can snicker point and laugh
but you dont know the half so you should probably kiss my ass
i never lied or tried to hide skeletons all in my closet
reached into my soul grabbed the old and problem solved it
old roads old clothes old drugs in the nose
here i go another show, bright lights and i know
who i am where i was and what that old life was telling me
i left that me in 03', a couple pending felonies
you think im proud of what i was and how i lived
you've got it wrong, hear my songs and watch how much i give
took my role became a model a husband and a father
got away from fast living walked away from the bottle
180 in the mirror recognizing who i am
mental state is getting clearer cause im sticking to the plan
bottom to the top, the ceiling to the floor
you cant judge me by my past, cause i dont live there anymore


Smoke filled rooms cocaine and whiskey
girls dancing on the bar
listen to band while theyre playing my song
just some local boy rock n roll stars
same routine in the same old jeans
every night looking just to score
you can't judge me by my past, cause I don't live there anymore