| Oh God, God, she's really done it now | |
| Coked up, her body's all spun around | |
| Oh yeah, yeah, she's really done it | |
| And seein' her just isn't something I can stomach | |
| Back it up, back it up if you talkin' shit to me | |
| Smack it up, smack it up if you act a bitch to me | |
| Stack it up, stack it up if you're fuckin' rich as me | |
| My daddy owns a dealership, the rest is fuckin' history | |
| This ain't a love song, oh no | |
| This ain't a broken heart homie singin' only | |
| 'Cause he's lonely | |
| This ain't a love song, oh, no, no, no | |
| This ain't a whiskey drowned ballad | |
| There ain't nothing here that's valid | |
| So tell me baby, pretty baby that this house is not a graveyard | |
| Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home | |
| Over corpses of her long lost fathers and her unborn daughters | |
| Goddammit, I can't do it alone, I can't do it alone | |
| I can't do it alone, no I can't do it alone | |
| Oh no, no, I'm not impressed with you | |
| Pink drinks that seem to get the best of you | |
| Rock late and sleep until the sun sets | |
| I'd talk but you took the tongue I talk with | |
| Back it up, back it up if you talkin' shit to me | |
| Smack it up, smack it up if you act a bitch to me | |
| Stack it up, stack it up if you fuckin' rich as me | |
| My daddy owns a dealership, the rest is fuckin' history | |
| This ain't a love song, oh no | |
| This ain't a broken heart homie singin' only | |
| 'Cause he's lonely | |
| This ain't a love song, oh, no, no, no | |
| This ain't a whiskey drowned ballad | |
| There ain't nothing here that's valid | |
| So tell me baby, pretty baby that this house is not a graveyard | |
| Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home | |
| Over corpses of her long lost fathers and her unborn daughters | |
| Goddammit, I can't do it alone, I can't do it alone | |
| I can't do it alone, no I can't do it alone | |
| I can call you out and complain the rain is worse | |
| But it's that much better if I blame it on a person | |
| I can call you out and complain the rain is worse | |
| But it's that much better if I blame it on a person | |
| So tell me baby, pretty baby that this house is not a graveyard | |
| Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home | |
| Over corpses of her long lost fathers and her unborn daughters | |
| Goddammit, I can't do it alone | |
| So tell me baby, pretty baby that this house is not a graveyard | |
| Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home | |
| Over corpses of her long lost fathers and her unborn daughters | |
| Goddammit, I can't do it alone |
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