Tracking The TropicsJess WilliamsonIntroVerseI Don't Mind The Heat, It Feels Good On My SkinSweat In My Leather Seats Like A Good TexanToss Me Like Paper Get Caught In The Wind\Holding My Haters Soft In The Palm Of My HandCast Me Out The KingdomTake Away My CrownTalk Shit With The BandKick Me While I'm DownChorusThe Weatherman Says He's Tracking The TropicsAnother Storm With A Woman's NameShe's CatastrophicIf I Ever Get Away From All These AlcoholicsLord Knows I'll Feel The SameMy Heart Won't Let Me Drop ItAnd I'm Paying Out Of PocketVerseWhy'd You Pick Me Just To Pick Me Apart?I Always Stay Too Long When Things Get HardNow I Got A Little Money, There's Gas In The CarAnd I Can Drive Alone For DaysHoney, It's An ArtThe Coffee's Burnt And StaleI'm Out Of My BodyAnd The Tv's Showing HurricanesIn The Hotel LobbyChorusThe Weatherman Says He's Tracking The TropicsAnother Storm With A Woman's NameShe's CatastrophicIf I Ever Get Away From All These AlcoholicsLord Knows I'll Feel The SameMy Heart Won't Let Me Drop ItAnd I'm Paying Out Of PocketBridgeSo Take Me Back To The East SideI Need A Crowded Bar On A Friday NightA Tight Dress, Fits Just RightA Cigarette And Summer ThighsAnd I Promise Not To CryChorusThe Weatherman Says He's Tracking The TropicsAnother Storm With A Woman's NameShe's CatastrophicIf I Ever Get Away From All These AlcoholicsLord Knows I'll Feel The SameMy Heart Won't Let Me Drop ItMy Heart Won't Let Me Drop It, NoMy Heart Won't Let Me Drop ItOutroAnd I'm Paying Out Of Pocket
