I've been opening the door
That I probably should've closed
I've been going to a place
That I probably shouldn't go
He got my back against the wall
And my feet against the floor
Mm, and he says, take a chance
Take my hand, no one's gotta know
He spins me around
He speaks to my soul
He's taking me down
He's killing me slow
And I keep dance, dance, dancing
Oh, dancing, oh, devil gotta hold
Yeah, I keep dance, dance, dancing
Oh, dancing, oh, the devil gotta hold
Hit that, that boy said, hit that
Too hot, can't get back
Back down, I never been back
Headspin, whiplash
And I took that, took that dosey doe
And I trade that soul for rock n' roll
And I love that shit, I can't control
He spins me around
He speaks to my soul
He's taking me down, yeah
He's killing me slow
Boy, I keep dance, dance, dancing
Oh, dancing, oh, the devil gotta hold
Yeah, I keep dance, dance, dancing
Oh, dancing, oh, the devil gotta hold
The devil gotta hold
That boy, he gotta hold
Oh, I keep dance, dance, dancing
Oh, dancing, oh, the devil gotta hold
Jessie Murph - That Ain't No Man That's The Devil Album Lyrics
Jessie Murph - That Ain't No Man That's The Devil Lyrics
Writer: Daniel Krieger, Daniel Tannenbaum, Gregory Aldae Hein, Jeff Gitelman, Jessie Murph, Peter Gonzales, Sergiu Gherman, Stuart Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Dirty
[ Featuring Teddy Swims ]
[Jessie Murph]
Oh, woah
I woke up this morning, kind of mad
Flipped the switch, I had the urge to beat your ass
Mm-mm
Turnin' up you in a different state
You f*cked it up with me all kinda ways, I'm mad
Boy, I'm so mad
You wanna tell me it was nothing
Why don't you tell me I'm a fool?
Say you're sorry 'bout it
I would be too
I got no mercy
You don't deserve me, no
And you might be hurtin'
But damn it, you hurt me, oh
So I'll watch you suffer
Crawl back to me on broken glass
And you better love her
Regret will drive a person mad
I got no mercy
That shit was dirty
Dirty, dirty, dirty
[Teddy Swims]
Woke me in the middle of the night
Broken glass and all my shit outside
Girl, is you out your mind?
You swear there's something always going on
Girl, go ahead and check my phone
Ain't shit you gon' find
Oh, I told you it was nothing
She was just a friend from school
Now you're sorry 'bout it
I would be too
[Jessie Murph & Teddy Swims]
I got no mercy
You don't deserve me, no
And you might be hurtin'
But damn it, you hurt me, oh
So I'll watch you suffer
Crawl back to me on broken glass
And you better love her
Regret will drive a person mad
I got no mercy
That shit was dirty, mm
Dirty, dirty, dirty
Writer: Jessie Murph, Trevor Brown, Cleo Tighe, Jaten Dimsdale, Jeff Gitelman, Oak Felder, Zaire Koalo
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Son of a Bitch
I ain't no man in the middle
That ain't no man, that's the devil
He actin' all confidential
How 'bout that thirty-eight special?
I ain't no f*cking beginner, hm-mm
And I veto, any boy with agenda
He walk around in that denim
Look good to bad and the random
There's only one he can handle
That boy go bad in the night time
That boy got hands on the wrong thighs
I got that Dolce on, that Dolce on, that Dolce on mine
That boy woke up in the wrong room
Two girls and two bad tattoos
I know what's up and what went down up in room 432
Desperado, you son of a bitch
Chicago, slutted up at the Ritz
I don't, I didn't sign up for this
You f*cking son of a mm-mm
Wild thoughts of pullin' up where you at
With champagne and a Louisville bat
I know you didn't sign up for this
You f*ckin' son of a bitch
I ain't no dame, I'm the devil
This side of me, she ain't Jessie
I got some plans of redemption
Some other plans I won't mention
You're gonna f*cking remember
That girl roll up in a G5
Laid back and sharpened my knife
I cut it off like Lorena
I'll take what's left of your pride
I think that judge would agree
You f*cked up f*ckin' with me
You know a passionate woman, ain't make the worst into me
Desperado, you son of a bitch
Chicago, slutted up at the Ritz
I don't, I didn't sign up for this
You f*cking son of a mm-mm
Wild thoughts of pullin' up where you at
With champagne and a Louisville bat
I know you didn't sign up for this
You f*ckin' son of a bitch
Ooh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
You f*ckin' son of a bitch
That ain't no man, that's the devil
He actin' all confidential
How 'bout that thirty-eight special?
I ain't no f*cking beginner, hm-mm
And I veto, any boy with agenda
He walk around in that denim
Look good to bad and the random
There's only one he can handle
That boy go bad in the night time
That boy got hands on the wrong thighs
I got that Dolce on, that Dolce on, that Dolce on mine
That boy woke up in the wrong room
Two girls and two bad tattoos
I know what's up and what went down up in room 432
Desperado, you son of a bitch
Chicago, slutted up at the Ritz
I don't, I didn't sign up for this
You f*cking son of a mm-mm
Wild thoughts of pullin' up where you at
With champagne and a Louisville bat
I know you didn't sign up for this
You f*ckin' son of a bitch
I ain't no dame, I'm the devil
This side of me, she ain't Jessie
I got some plans of redemption
Some other plans I won't mention
You're gonna f*cking remember
That girl roll up in a G5
Laid back and sharpened my knife
I cut it off like Lorena
I'll take what's left of your pride
I think that judge would agree
You f*cked up f*ckin' with me
You know a passionate woman, ain't make the worst into me
Desperado, you son of a bitch
Chicago, slutted up at the Ritz
I don't, I didn't sign up for this
You f*cking son of a mm-mm
Wild thoughts of pullin' up where you at
With champagne and a Louisville bat
I know you didn't sign up for this
You f*ckin' son of a bitch
Ooh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
You f*ckin' son of a bitch
Writer: Jessie Murph, Carrie K, Daniel Tannenbaum, Gabe Simon, Jeff Gitelman
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
It Ain't Right
Cocaine and Mary Jane
Look nice but ain't your friend
Cold nights, a sleight of hand
No trace of innocence
Long gone, long gone
I've been tangled up, I've been wrangling up heathens
I've been double-cupped, neck-up in the deep end
They say stop it while you can
You don't understand
I don't give a damn, ooh
Let me burn up in the heat, babe
You quench your thirst on this feeling
I let the flames take me high
Burn down the whole damn sky
I spent the night on the ceiling
Drank the whole weight of my weakness
I saw the fire in his eyes
Oh, it don't feel wrong
But I know damn well it ain't right
I'm from H-town, where the hicks hang
With the dirt drinks, where the sun stings
And they all know it's the wrong road
But they still go, yeah, they still go
F*cking long days getting longer
And the dark days getting darker
But you know it's all that I remember
So I f*cking beg for it at the alter
Let me burn up in the heat, babe
You quench your thirst on this feeling
I let the flames take me high
Burn down the whole damn sky
I spent the night on the ceiling
Drank the whole weight of my weakness
I saw the fire in his eyes
Oh, it don't feel wrong
But I know damn well it ain't right
Look nice but ain't your friend
Cold nights, a sleight of hand
No trace of innocence
Long gone, long gone
I've been tangled up, I've been wrangling up heathens
I've been double-cupped, neck-up in the deep end
They say stop it while you can
You don't understand
I don't give a damn, ooh
Let me burn up in the heat, babe
You quench your thirst on this feeling
I let the flames take me high
Burn down the whole damn sky
I spent the night on the ceiling
Drank the whole weight of my weakness
I saw the fire in his eyes
Oh, it don't feel wrong
But I know damn well it ain't right
I'm from H-town, where the hicks hang
With the dirt drinks, where the sun stings
And they all know it's the wrong road
But they still go, yeah, they still go
F*cking long days getting longer
And the dark days getting darker
But you know it's all that I remember
So I f*cking beg for it at the alter
Let me burn up in the heat, babe
You quench your thirst on this feeling
I let the flames take me high
Burn down the whole damn sky
I spent the night on the ceiling
Drank the whole weight of my weakness
I saw the fire in his eyes
Oh, it don't feel wrong
But I know damn well it ain't right
Writer: Carol Karpinen, Jessie Murph, Steve Rusch
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
I Hope It Hurts
I met a man in Miami-Dade
I almost died when he looked my way
I felt the moon setting too soon
He held my hand on the interstate
It'd been a while since I felt this way
I bet too soon, I bet on you
I'm not this dumb, not again
It hit too hard, it knocked the wind
It knocked the door, I don't care
It opened up, I saw it there
And what a lie and what a game
I doused it all in gasoline
I went home and you went up in flames
And I hope it burns, and I won't be there
I hope it hurts everywhere
You're gonna learn I'm happy to lose
But I hope you hurt, 'cause God knows I do
I lit the match and I walked away
I said no words and I left the state
Smoke in my eyes, I sat and cried
Headed north through the Everglades
Georgia line felt like Heaven's gate
It broke me inside, ten thousand miles
I'm not this dumb, not again
It hit too hard, it knocked the wind
It knocked the door, I don't care
It opened up, I saw it there
And what a lie and what a game
I doused it all in gasoline
And I went home and you went up in flames
And I hope it burns, and I won't be there
I hope it hurts everywhere
You're gonna learn I'm happy to lose
But I hope you hurt, 'cause God knows I do
I hope it hurts, I'm happy to lose
And I hope you hurt, 'cause God knows I do
I almost died when he looked my way
I felt the moon setting too soon
He held my hand on the interstate
It'd been a while since I felt this way
I bet too soon, I bet on you
I'm not this dumb, not again
It hit too hard, it knocked the wind
It knocked the door, I don't care
It opened up, I saw it there
And what a lie and what a game
I doused it all in gasoline
I went home and you went up in flames
And I hope it burns, and I won't be there
I hope it hurts everywhere
You're gonna learn I'm happy to lose
But I hope you hurt, 'cause God knows I do
I lit the match and I walked away
I said no words and I left the state
Smoke in my eyes, I sat and cried
Headed north through the Everglades
Georgia line felt like Heaven's gate
It broke me inside, ten thousand miles
I'm not this dumb, not again
It hit too hard, it knocked the wind
It knocked the door, I don't care
It opened up, I saw it there
And what a lie and what a game
I doused it all in gasoline
And I went home and you went up in flames
And I hope it burns, and I won't be there
I hope it hurts everywhere
You're gonna learn I'm happy to lose
But I hope you hurt, 'cause God knows I do
I hope it hurts, I'm happy to lose
And I hope you hurt, 'cause God knows I do
Writer: Jeffrey Gitelman, Daniel Tannenbaum, Jessie Murph, Peter Gonzalez, Daniel Krieger, Stuart Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Love Lies
Bitch look good with the lights low
That boy said "love," it's a typo
Champagne gone with the dance
I'd love to take that, mm, but I can't I
Seen a lot of motherf*ckin' minute men
Fit 'em in a motherf*ckin' mini van
Cocaine down to a gram, I'd love to take that bump, but I can't, I
Don't f*ck around, I don't dim it down
I don't drink to drown, I delete it
Still waters worse, I been killed the thirst, I don't need it
Love loves that sweet talk through the night
Love loves to look you in your eyes
Love lies
Love loves to shoot you up so high
Love make you goddamn wanna die
Love lies
Love lies, lies, liеs
Love lies
Maybe in thе morning, I'm a jackass
Maybe in the morning, I go right back
Maybe in the morning, I'm in, I'm drinking again
I think that he ain't like that
How thick is the floor 'til you fall through?
How quick I'll do what I won't do
See past the shit that I've seen, the shit you can't clean
That make a bitch mean
That make a bitch fiend
Du-d-did you see that?
Love loves that sweet talk through the night
Love loves to look you in your eyes
Love lies
Love loves to shoot you up so high
Love make you goddamn wanna die
Love lies
Oh-oh-oh
Love lies, lies, lies
Oh-oh-oh
Love lies, lies, lies
Love loves that sweet talk through the night
Love loves to look you in your eyes
Love lies
Love loves to shoot you up so high
Love make you goddamn wanna die
Love lies
That boy said "love," it's a typo
Champagne gone with the dance
I'd love to take that, mm, but I can't I
Seen a lot of motherf*ckin' minute men
Fit 'em in a motherf*ckin' mini van
Cocaine down to a gram, I'd love to take that bump, but I can't, I
Don't f*ck around, I don't dim it down
I don't drink to drown, I delete it
Still waters worse, I been killed the thirst, I don't need it
Love loves that sweet talk through the night
Love loves to look you in your eyes
Love lies
Love loves to shoot you up so high
Love make you goddamn wanna die
Love lies
Love lies, lies, liеs
Love lies
Maybe in thе morning, I'm a jackass
Maybe in the morning, I go right back
Maybe in the morning, I'm in, I'm drinking again
I think that he ain't like that
How thick is the floor 'til you fall through?
How quick I'll do what I won't do
See past the shit that I've seen, the shit you can't clean
That make a bitch mean
That make a bitch fiend
Du-d-did you see that?
Love loves that sweet talk through the night
Love loves to look you in your eyes
Love lies
Love loves to shoot you up so high
Love make you goddamn wanna die
Love lies
Oh-oh-oh
Love lies, lies, lies
Oh-oh-oh
Love lies, lies, lies
Love loves that sweet talk through the night
Love loves to look you in your eyes
Love lies
Love loves to shoot you up so high
Love make you goddamn wanna die
Love lies
Writer: Steve Rusch, Jessie Murph, Laura Jeanne Veltz
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Wild Ones
[ Featuring Jelly Roll ]
Yeah, yeah
Got me wide, wide open
Got a 45 on him
And he pushing 'bout a hundred and two
Always smoking something
He ain't worried 'bout nothing
'Cause he ain't got nothing to lose
I got a thing for the
Hard liquor on ice
Short days and long nights
Marlboros out the window
Middle finger to the sky
Say you wanna get dangerous
Now you're speaking my language
I forgot what your name is
So I'ma call you mine
I'ma call you mine
Got me wide, wide open
Got a 45 on him
And he pushing 'bout a hundred and two
Always smoking something
He ain't worried 'bout nothing
'Cause he ain't got nothing to lose
I got a thing for the wild ones
I got a thing for the wild ones
It's like he knew
I got a thing for the wild ones
I got a thing for the wild ones
They like me too
Yeah, I'm attracted to things that are really crazy
Asking me how I've been feeling lately
Comin' for mine, then it's do or die
I won't let it slide, no stealin' bases
No back and forth bargaining
No bitching and arguing
A whole lotta problems, living in Gotham
And bunny's my Harley Quinn (my Harley Quinn)
Was raised in the darkness, forgive me, I'm guarded
I have no shame, I'm in love with the heartless
The police will never take us alive
And cowgirls don't cry
Got me wide, wide open
Got a 45 on him
And he pushing 'bout a hundred and two
Always smoking something
He ain't worried 'bout nothing
'Cause he ain't got nothing to lose
I got a thing for the wild ones
I got a thing for the wild ones
It's like he knew
I got a thing for the wild ones
I got a thing for the wild ones
They like me too
Yeah, oh, a thing for the wild ones
It's like he knew
I got a thing for the wild ones
I got a thing for the wild ones
They like me too
Writer: Feli Ferraro, Gregory Hein, Jeffrey Gitelman, Jessie Murph, Jason Deford
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Cold
Can't lose if you never play
Can't get let down if you never show up
Ten coats on a summer day
That heart so cold you could put it in a cup
And I get it, I get it with no ties
I'm baptized in bad times
This ain't nothing new to me
Ain't nothing new to me
The memories are fading
But the holy war's still raging
Your arms alone can't save me
No, you can't save me
It's out of your control
I've been, I've been, I've been this cold, yeah
No fire below could melt this soul, yeah
Your love is warm but not enough
And if you didn't know, baby, now you know
I've been, I've been, I've been this cold
Cold (been this cold, been this cold, been this cold)
Cold, yeah, cold (been this cold, been this cold, been this cold)
Cold, yeah (now you know, now you know, now you know)
Cold, ah
Can't quote what you never say
Can't do me wrong if I've never been right
Can't say that it ever changed
I've been this way and I'm taking you down
Baby, down, baby, down you go
I'ma lay you down in the god damn snow
Every motherf*cker ever try it gonna know
I've been, I've been, I've been this cold, yeah
No fire below could melt this soul, yeah
Your love is warm but not enough
And if you didn't know, baby, now you know
I've been, I've been, I've been this cold
Cold (been this cold, been this cold, been this cold)
Cold, yeah, cold (been this cold, been this cold, been this cold)
Cold, yeah (now you know, now you know, now you know)
Cold, ah
Can't lose if you never play
Can't get let down if you never show up
Ten coats on a summer day
That heart so cold you could put it in a cup
And I get it, I get it with no ties
I'm baptized in bad times
This ain't nothing new to me
Can't get let down if you never show up
Ten coats on a summer day
That heart so cold you could put it in a cup
And I get it, I get it with no ties
I'm baptized in bad times
This ain't nothing new to me
Ain't nothing new to me
The memories are fading
But the holy war's still raging
Your arms alone can't save me
No, you can't save me
It's out of your control
I've been, I've been, I've been this cold, yeah
No fire below could melt this soul, yeah
Your love is warm but not enough
And if you didn't know, baby, now you know
I've been, I've been, I've been this cold
Cold (been this cold, been this cold, been this cold)
Cold, yeah, cold (been this cold, been this cold, been this cold)
Cold, yeah (now you know, now you know, now you know)
Cold, ah
Can't quote what you never say
Can't do me wrong if I've never been right
Can't say that it ever changed
I've been this way and I'm taking you down
Baby, down, baby, down you go
I'ma lay you down in the god damn snow
Every motherf*cker ever try it gonna know
I've been, I've been, I've been this cold, yeah
No fire below could melt this soul, yeah
Your love is warm but not enough
And if you didn't know, baby, now you know
I've been, I've been, I've been this cold
Cold (been this cold, been this cold, been this cold)
Cold, yeah, cold (been this cold, been this cold, been this cold)
Cold, yeah (now you know, now you know, now you know)
Cold, ah
Can't lose if you never play
Can't get let down if you never show up
Ten coats on a summer day
That heart so cold you could put it in a cup
And I get it, I get it with no ties
I'm baptized in bad times
This ain't nothing new to me
Writer: Daniel Krieger, Daniel Tannenbaum, Jake Torrey, Jeff Gitelman, Jessie Murph, Peter Gonzales, Sergiu Gherman, Stuart Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
High Road
[Koe Wetzel]
I can tell that you're mad
And I ain't half surprised about that
Since the day that we met
It's always who cuts first and never who bleeds last
Rumors always turn into yelling and fighting
And once it's in your mind, only one way you're driving
[Koe Wetzel]
I know, I know
I'ma take the high road, maybe get stoned
Have a little too much of something terrible
I'ma let you cool down while I walk out
You ain't messing me up like the times before
I don't need a ticket to your shit show
Knock yourself out and hit a new low
Well I'ma take the high road, take the high road, take the high road
[Jessie Murph]
You don't wanna talk about it, boy, that's no surprisе
You come home smelling likе liquor like every other night
If I catch you with her, you gon' catch me with him
You think I don't hear about it, you better think again
You know that rumors always turn into yelling and fighting
And once it's in my mind, only one way I'm driving
[Koe Wetzel & Jessie Murph]
You know, I know
I'ma take the high road, maybe get stoned
Have a little too much of something terrible
I'ma let you cool down while I walk out
You ain't messing me up like the times before
I don't need a ticket to your shit show
Knock yourself out and hit a new low
Well I'ma take the high road, take the high road, take the high road
Whoa, whoa
[Instrumental Break]
[Koe Wetzel & Jessie Murph]
I'ma take the high road, maybe get stoned
Have a little too much of something terrible
I'ma let you cool down while I walk out
You ain't messing me up like the times before
And I don't need a ticket to your shit show
Knock yourself out and hit a new low
Well I'ma take the high road, take the high road, take the high road
I'ma take the high road, take the high road, take the high road
Oh, yeah, yeah, mm
I can tell that you're mad
And I ain't half surprised about that
Since the day that we met
It's always who cuts first and never who bleeds last
Rumors always turn into yelling and fighting
And once it's in your mind, only one way you're driving
[Koe Wetzel]
I know, I know
I'ma take the high road, maybe get stoned
Have a little too much of something terrible
I'ma let you cool down while I walk out
You ain't messing me up like the times before
I don't need a ticket to your shit show
Knock yourself out and hit a new low
Well I'ma take the high road, take the high road, take the high road
[Jessie Murph]
You don't wanna talk about it, boy, that's no surprisе
You come home smelling likе liquor like every other night
If I catch you with her, you gon' catch me with him
You think I don't hear about it, you better think again
You know that rumors always turn into yelling and fighting
And once it's in my mind, only one way I'm driving
[Koe Wetzel & Jessie Murph]
You know, I know
I'ma take the high road, maybe get stoned
Have a little too much of something terrible
I'ma let you cool down while I walk out
You ain't messing me up like the times before
I don't need a ticket to your shit show
Knock yourself out and hit a new low
Well I'ma take the high road, take the high road, take the high road
Whoa, whoa
[Instrumental Break]
[Koe Wetzel & Jessie Murph]
I'ma take the high road, maybe get stoned
Have a little too much of something terrible
I'ma let you cool down while I walk out
You ain't messing me up like the times before
And I don't need a ticket to your shit show
Knock yourself out and hit a new low
Well I'ma take the high road, take the high road, take the high road
I'ma take the high road, take the high road, take the high road
Oh, yeah, yeah, mm
Writer: Amy Allen, Carrie Karpinen, Gabe Simon, Jessie Murph, Laura Veltz, Ropyr Wetzel
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Someone In This Room
[ Featuring Bailey Zimmerman ]
You cut first and I cut back
That isn't me
It starts like that
I go too deep, it just comes out
I like the way
It breaks you down
It's you and me and broken dishes
Highs and lows, too far to fix its
You ain't who you were and I ain't either
Someone in this room is someone's bad decision
Someone's too f*cked up to leave the kitchen
Someone is the martyr to someone's bad religion
Someone's dragging someone right down with 'em
I used to know who was who
Now I'm just someone in this room
I lost my mind, was that your plan?
How does it feel to break a man?
I'm on my knees, I'm begging, babe
A little love, an ounce of grace
I'll do anything, I'll take the blame
There's gotta be another way
'Cause it's just you and me and our addictions
Pain in different definitions
You ain't who you were and I ain't neither
Someone in this room is someone's bad decision
Someone's too f*cked up to leave the kitchen
Someone is the martyr to someone's bad religion
Someone's dragging someone right down with 'em
I used to know who was who
Now I'm just someone in this room
Mm, someone in this room
You ain't who you were and I ain't either
Writer: Steve Rusch, Austin Shawn, Jessie Murph, Bailey Zimmerman, Laura Veltz
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bang Bang (The Ballad of Amy Fisher)
Boys these days think that they can get away with murder, murder
Fly away, free as a bird, after they hurt ya
They hurt ya
I've laid on the floor at the mercy of a man
I have seen what is torn at the mercy of his hands
Got a rage in my heart, like I've never had before
Ain't nobody gonna hear from him no more
Bang bang
I get your heart beating out your chest
Bang bang, you say you'll do it in my in my favorite dress
Bang bang, bad boys like to have that fun
Momma go get my, momma go get my gun
Every damn pistol in my hand, like a soul it holds me
It holds me
Last time it happens, sat me down that's she day she told me
She told me
I've laid on the floor at the mercy of a man
I have seen what is torn at the mercy of his hands
Got a rage in my heart, like I've never had before
Ain't nobody gonna hear from him no more
Bang bang
I get your heart beating out your chest
Bang bang, you say you'll do it in my favorite dress
Bang bang, bad boys like to have that fun
Momma go get my, momma go get my gun
I'm gon' go get my gun
Make him jump, make him run
Ain't mean, ain't done
Walking this?
Talking 'bout pistol whipper
Talking 'bout Amy Fisher
Body go so whip fishers
Won't even know who hit ya
Bang bang
I get your heart beating out your chest
Bang bang, I'll f*cking do in my favorite dress
Bang bang, bad boys like to have that fun
Momma go get my, momma go get my gun
Fly away, free as a bird, after they hurt ya
They hurt ya
I've laid on the floor at the mercy of a man
I have seen what is torn at the mercy of his hands
Got a rage in my heart, like I've never had before
Ain't nobody gonna hear from him no more
Bang bang
I get your heart beating out your chest
Bang bang, you say you'll do it in my in my favorite dress
Bang bang, bad boys like to have that fun
Momma go get my, momma go get my gun
Every damn pistol in my hand, like a soul it holds me
It holds me
Last time it happens, sat me down that's she day she told me
She told me
I've laid on the floor at the mercy of a man
I have seen what is torn at the mercy of his hands
Got a rage in my heart, like I've never had before
Ain't nobody gonna hear from him no more
Bang bang
I get your heart beating out your chest
Bang bang, you say you'll do it in my favorite dress
Bang bang, bad boys like to have that fun
Momma go get my, momma go get my gun
I'm gon' go get my gun
Make him jump, make him run
Ain't mean, ain't done
Walking this?
Talking 'bout pistol whipper
Talking 'bout Amy Fisher
Body go so whip fishers
Won't even know who hit ya
Bang bang
I get your heart beating out your chest
Bang bang, I'll f*cking do in my favorite dress
Bang bang, bad boys like to have that fun
Momma go get my, momma go get my gun
Writer: Jessie Murph
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
I Could Go Bad
Give reason to something
I'm freezing in something
I'm burning me down
Its burning me down
I ain't left the room since I was
Spent three god-damn days
And I still do not get the trouble
Im feeling bad, I can't walk it off
I go back to black or nothing at all
I get away, I can promise you that
Damn it right now it ain't feeling like that
I could go bad, give you hell
Cause that would feel good for myself
You made me a fool, you made me a monster
And goddamn I'm mad but what is much worse
You take that away and I am just hurt
Please know you ain't nothing
A waste of my time, a f*cking waste of these lines that I wrote
I'm burning me down
Its burning me down
I regret every word that I spoke
Had enough (?)
I've been f*cked on your whiskey and lies
How could you sit and look me in the eyes
When you know damn well what you did wasn't right
I could go bad, give you hell
Cause that would feel good for myself
You made me a fool, you made me a monster
And goddamn I'm mad but what is much worse
You take that away and I am just hurt
I'm freezing in something
I'm burning me down
Its burning me down
I ain't left the room since I was
Spent three god-damn days
And I still do not get the trouble
Im feeling bad, I can't walk it off
I go back to black or nothing at all
I get away, I can promise you that
Damn it right now it ain't feeling like that
I could go bad, give you hell
Cause that would feel good for myself
You made me a fool, you made me a monster
And goddamn I'm mad but what is much worse
You take that away and I am just hurt
Please know you ain't nothing
A waste of my time, a f*cking waste of these lines that I wrote
I'm burning me down
Its burning me down
I regret every word that I spoke
Had enough (?)
I've been f*cked on your whiskey and lies
How could you sit and look me in the eyes
When you know damn well what you did wasn't right
I could go bad, give you hell
Cause that would feel good for myself
You made me a fool, you made me a monster
And goddamn I'm mad but what is much worse
You take that away and I am just hurt
Writer: Jessie Murph
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Emotional authenticity is the beating heart of That Ain't No Man That's The Devil. Murph's voice carries the weight of lived experience; you can hear the ache in every note. Tracks like "Cold” and "Bang Bang (The Ballad of Amy Fisher)” allow Murph to dig into her lower register, where her voice takes on a resonant, almost gritty quality. This tonal shift adds gravity to her storytelling, pulling the listener deeper into the narrative.
Murph's emotional delivery reaches its peak in "I Could Go Bad,” a track that has her playing with phrasing and dynamics to convey vulnerability and defiance. The final line, "Take that away, and I am just hurt,” is delivered with such emotional intensity that it feels like a gut punch. She lets her voice break just slightly, creating a raw, unguarded moment that makes the song feel deeply personal.
In "Wild Ones” (featuring Jelly Roll), Murph's emotional delivery is more rebellious. Her voice is layered with effects, but you can still hear the sneer in her tone, giving the track a devil-may-care attitude. Though the vocal production leans into the electro-pop territory, Murph's personality cuts through, showing that even with studio effects, she remains the song's emotional core.
That Ain't No Man That's The Devil is not just a debut—it's a statement of vocal mastery. Jessie Murph proves that her voice is an instrument of technical skill and emotional expression. Whether she's belting out high notes with perfect pitch or letting her voice crack under the weight of vulnerability, Murph's vocal choices serve the song and the story. This album is a must-listen for anyone who loves vocals that cut deep.
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Jessie MurphMurph's emotional delivery reaches its peak in "I Could Go Bad,” a track that has her playing with phrasing and dynamics to convey vulnerability and defiance. The final line, "Take that away, and I am just hurt,” is delivered with such emotional intensity that it feels like a gut punch. She lets her voice break just slightly, creating a raw, unguarded moment that makes the song feel deeply personal.
In "Wild Ones” (featuring Jelly Roll), Murph's emotional delivery is more rebellious. Her voice is layered with effects, but you can still hear the sneer in her tone, giving the track a devil-may-care attitude. Though the vocal production leans into the electro-pop territory, Murph's personality cuts through, showing that even with studio effects, she remains the song's emotional core.
That Ain't No Man That's The Devil is not just a debut—it's a statement of vocal mastery. Jessie Murph proves that her voice is an instrument of technical skill and emotional expression. Whether she's belting out high notes with perfect pitch or letting her voice crack under the weight of vulnerability, Murph's vocal choices serve the song and the story. This album is a must-listen for anyone who loves vocals that cut deep.
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Genre(s): Country, pop, rock
Released: September 6th, 2024
Year: 2024