Quinn XCII

Calm Me Down by Quinn XCII It’s all good, yeah, it’s all right We don’t need money to get us by ‘Cause I got you and you got me And

Yellow Brick Road by Quinn XCII Walkin’ on a yellow brick road Don’t know where the hell it goes Rain, sunshine, or snow I go Walkin’ down my yellow brick

Live & Let Go by Quinn XCII I turned the news on, but we got the sound muted Headline reads, “The whole sky’s polluted” These days, only rain clouds growing

Kissed The Sun by Quinn XCII (Two, three, four) You sound a lot like Date night, drives home In the rain Oh, you look (You look) a lot like (A

Good Day by Quinn XCII Babe, I’m learning how to play guitar So I can make the bad notes hit less hard Go and light us up a few Cuban

Drift Away by Quinn XCII Our house is filled up with sunlight The coffee done just right And there’s nothing to do Sleep on our sneakers, go outside Good lord,

Midwest Mona Lisa by Quinn XCII How is it I can see your face In this shitty hotel cafe When you’re all the way back in L.A., my love? I’m

Florence by Quinn XCII Early, early in the morning I can hear you snoring And I creep out so you stay sleeping Tiptoe down the hall to Florence Open up

Tiger Lilies by Quinn XCII Parked the car off Gleason, stepped out in the snow Walked in through the front door with some friends I used to know Taxidermy hanging,

One More Golden Hour by Quinn XCII The phone’s got no connection Stock market down a metric, I know Billionaires building bunkers Whole world going under At least that’s what

Dodged A Bullet Lyrics by Quinn XCII Baby, you make me cry like Niagara Falls When you got home from Europe Tap water, toothbrush, ripped ya shirt up Phone bill

Olive Tree Lyrics by Quinn XCII I could write a thousand songs about a breakup Or I could watch the waves move and listen while I wake up next to

Unconditional Lyrics Quinn XCII I know we’ve talked about it Think I told you laying in the grass How I’m constantly up at night and doubting If the things I

Melt Lyrics by Quinn XCII I’m up in flames if you wanna Cover me in kerosene Sweat out my fears in your sauna Make it my daily routine So hot,

Close Calls Lyrics by Quinn XCII I remember driving by your house like it was dangerous Now it’s ten years later but tonight I’m on the same shit Leaning in

Georgia Peach Lyrics – Quinn XCII She’s my sweet Georgia peach Sorta feisty kinda shy No she’s not some “Eurotrip” She’s my “American Pie” She’s homegrown Good old girl Loves