Boots On (The Voice Performance) - Blake Shelton

She's just a girl, and she's on fire Hotter than a fantasy, like a highway longer She's living in a world, and it's on fire Feeling the catastrophe, but she knows she can fly away Oh, she got both feet on the ground And she's burning it down Oh, she got her head in the clouds And she's not backing down This girl is on fire This girl is on fire She's walking on fire This girl is on fire Looks like a girl, but she's a flame So bright, she can burn your eyes Better look the other way You can try but you'll never forget her name She's on top of the world Hottest of the hottest girls say Oh, we got our feet on the ground And we're burning it down Oh, got our head in the clouds And we're not coming down This girl is on fire This girl is on fire She's walking on fire This girl is on fire Everybody stands, as she goes by Cause they can see the flame that's in her eyes Watch her when she's lighting up the night Nobody knows that she's a lonely girl And it's a lonely world But she gon 'let it burn, baby, burn, baby This girl is on fire This girl is on fire She's walking on fire This girl is on fire Oh, oh, oh ... She's just a girl, and she's on fire

When I signed my deal I felt pressure Don't want to see the numbers I want to see heaven You say "could you, write a song for me" I say "I'm sorry I won't do that happily" When I go home I tend to close the door I never wanted more So sing with me Can't you see I don't have Money on my mind Money on my mind I do it for I do it for the love I don't have Money on my mind Money on my mind I do it for I do it for the love I do it for the love I do it for the love Please don't get me wrong I want to keep it moving I know what that requires I'm not foolish Please can you make this work for me Cause I'm not a puppet I will work against your strings When I go home I tend to close the door I never wanted more So sing with me Can't you see I don't have Money on my mind Money on my mind I do it for I do it for the love I don't have Money on my mind Money on my mind I do it for I do it for the love When the sun will set Don't you fret No, I have no money on my mind No money on my mind No money on my mind No, I have no money on my mind When the sun will set Don't you fret No, I have no money on my mind No money on my mind No money on my mind No, I have no money on my mind Just love I don't have Money on my mind Money on my mind I do it for I do it for the love I don't have Money on my mind Money on my mind I do it for I do it for the love I don't have Money on my mind Money on my mind I do it for I do it for the love I don't have Money on my mind Money on my mind I do it for I do it for the love I don't have Money on my mind Money on my mind I do it for I do it for the love I do it for the love I do it for the love I do it for the love

Three little birds, sat on my window And they told me I don't need to worry Summer came like cinnamon, so sweet Little girls double-dutch on the concrete Maybe sometimes We've got it wrong, but it's alright The more things seem to change The more they stay the same Don't you hesitate Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song Yeah go ahead, let your hair down Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dream Just go ahead, let your hair down You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow Blue as the sky, sunburned and lonely Sipping tea in a bar by the roadside Don't you let those other boys fool you Got to love that afro hairdo Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright The more you stay the same The more they seem to change Don't you think it's strange? Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song Yeah, go ahead, let your hair down Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams Just go ahead, let your hair down You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow 'Twas more than I could take, pity for pity's sake Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger When you gonna realize, that you don't even have to try any longer? Do what you want to Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song Just go ahead, let your hair down Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams Just go ahead, let your hair down Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song Yeah, go ahead, let your hair down Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams Just go ahead, let your hair down You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow

BLAKE Following the viral success of his breakout hit "Flexin" in late 2016, San Antonio rapper BLAKE... read more Ay, ay Woof Ay, ay Look Diamonds look like piss (piss) Diamond chain on piss (piss) Now my wrist on sick (sick) Now my bitch real thick (thick) Pull up, then I skrrt (skrrt) Look at they expression (spression) Ben Frank on me too, he blue I think he got depression Diamonds look like water (water) She drip drip like water (water) Hit that bitch, don't call her (call her) Dodge like Charger (Charger) Pull up then I charge her Lil' bitch bad and bougie Can't dap you up, you a fuck nigga Fuck niggas got cooties I'ma leave they feelings hurting Windows down on purpose Hanging out the window, swerving Baby Snapchat made me nervous 'Cause my main bitch, she be lurking I swear she do the most Boy, you talk a lot Let's talk about why you so broke Wait, talk too much, bitch, shut up I'm your young dumb motherfucker BLAKE, why your belt unbuckled? Tryna save your bitch some trouble (wait) Ex-bitch mad, oh well (well) Cop that pack wholesale (sale) Mama like, "What's that smell?" Had to move the pack out the crib that's hell Panoramic my whip Hoes all on my tip 100s blue like a crip Bust my nut... dip Left wrist, holy moly (damn) Fuck you niggas, we not homies Used to have to cop the O-Z Now a nigga need the whole thing Pull up, then I skip Keep it brief and quick Tripping over a bitch Broke niggas make me sick No, I won't call her Fuck her, don't bother One hundred, need charger One hundred, need charger On fleek, yup Bossed up, yup Turning heads, right left Strike a pose, yup Yeah, I seen them pussy niggas Pussy nigga, do you need some help That boy there gon' need some milk Flex on 'em, yup Bitch I'm feeling dangerous Wrist on fucking singing Beat so fucking dangling Belt so fucking hanging Had to hit 'em back 'Cause that ass was like on whoa (whoa) Niggas playing games And they stuck in story mode Bitch talking 'bout shrimp and steak (steak) Tell a bitch get out my face (face) I can't take your ass on no date (wait) But I can hit your ass with that BLAKE (ooh) Boy, quit tweeting, it's okay Little nigga all in his feelings Can't figure out why is it Broke niggas always got the most opinions (ooh) Had to show you niggas who's next up Baby, quit talking, that's extra Just say I'd like a checkup Why you peeking my message Ask too many fucking questions Send me one more text message You gonna hate the rolling sessions Why these niggas so lame Wanna talk down on my name Niggas thought that I was playing games Wrist looking like Johnny Dang Lil' boys like, you funny Talking 'bout, you ain't making money Hating on me, but now I got your bitch Ha-ha-ha, God don't like ugly Ha-ha, ha-ha

Ridin' rubber, rent checks, livin' on ramen Chappin' our ass 'cause we can't afford Charmin Rockin' that one-ply, one-ply Shakin' down the couch, found a buffalo nickel Medium guitar pick, Burger King pickle It's kinda petrified, petrified Dollar's worth of gas didn't even move the needle Livin' this leave-a-penny, take-a-penny life Doors unlocked 'cause there's nothin' left to steal Haw, baby doll, that's alright Hey, girl, got that million dollar kiss Know just what to do with it Gettin' me feelin' filthy rich Hey, girl, put that body all on me Like I hit the lottery Everything you do to me, honey, that's money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Girl, I sure can't tell you've been workin' your butt off The way you're rockin' them second-hand cutoffs Can I talk you into takin' 'em off? Score a little discount, 6-pack Keystone Use a paper sack, twist a little home grown Go on and get a Friday night on Girl, one of these days, gonna look back laughin' Sippin' pomegranate sake at Nobu But, baby, 'til then I'm a have-not havin' And everything I have's got, with you Hey, girl, got that million dollar kiss Know just what to do with it Gettin' me feelin' filthy rich Hey, girl, put that body all on me Like I hit the lottery Everything you do to me, honey, that's money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Dollar's worth of gas didn't even move the needle Livin' this leave-a-penny, take-a-penny life Doors unlocked 'cause there's nothin' left to steal Haw, baby doll, that's alright Hey, girl, got that million dollar kiss Know just what to do with it Gettin' me feelin' filthy rich Hey, girl, put that body all on me Like I hit the lottery Everything you do to me, honey, that's money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money

I've been working so hard, I'm punching my card Eight hours, for what? Oh, tell me what I got I get this feeling, that time's just holding me down I'll hit the ceiling or else I'll tear up this town Tonight I gotta cut loose, footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me off a my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues everybody cut footloose You're playing so cool, obeying every rule Dig a way down in your heart You're burning, yearning for some Somebody to tell you That life ain't passing you by I'm trying to tell you It will if you don't even try You can fly if you'd only cut loose Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Oowhee, Marie shake it, shake it for me Whoa, Milo c'mon, c'mon let's go Lose your blues everybody cut footloose, Cut footloose, Whoa Cut footloose, Whoa Cut footloose, Whoa. Cut footloose, Whoa We got to turn you around And put your feet on the ground Now take a hold of your soul I'm turning it loose Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me off a my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me off a my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues Everybody cut everybody cut (Everybody) Everybody cut everybody cut (Everybody) Everybody cut everybody cut Everybody everybody cut footloose

I'm gonna take you for a date Take you for a ride Gonna get you over there on the passenger's side I'm gonna put the radio on your favorite song I'm gonna crank it up and get you singing along Hey, hey (Hey, hey) Alright (alright) Girl I'm digging on it, on you tonight Ain't it immediate, it's open now Wishing a woman It's the damn right Hold you tight, baby I'm gonna So what's it gonna take? What's it gonna be? We can pump it on the boulevard Or kick it in the country Me and you, you and me, Money back, guaranteed Love you every night in Daytona, I'm gonna Hey, hey (Hey, hey) Alright (alright) Girl I'm digging on it, on you tonight Ain't it immediate, it's open now Wishing a woman It's the damn right Hold you tight, baby I'm gonna Love you all night long Till the cricket starts trippin' Girl I ain't just flirting, I'm certain I'm working on a long term plan Gonna be your man Gonna put a little rock steady on your hand Hey, hey (Hey, hey) Alright (alright) Girl I'm digging on it, on you tonight Ain't it immediate, it's open now Wishing a woman It's the damn right Hold you tight, baby I'm gonna Hey, hey (Hey, hey) Alright (alright) Girl I'm digging on it, on you tonight Ain't it immediate, it's open now Wishing a woman It's the damn right Hold you tight, baby I'm gonna