Cheap Shots

Well, there's some scars in my heart

From this knife in my back and you

So I'ma try to ease the pain

In my brain with this 90 proof

"Fuck you"

You left the whole town talkin'

'Bout the line I'm walkin'

But they don't know the truth

I get off at eight

My day ain't been great

But I'll tell you what I'm gonna do

I'ma take some cheap shots

I'm just plastic cup sippin'

Straight whiskey, no mixin'

Don't need rocks

Well, just send 'em on over

Ain't leavin' here sober

There's a sweet spot

Of just enough drank where I ain't gotta think

So let the drip drop

'Cause I ain't gunna stop

Well, I'ma take some cheap shots

Yeah, I'ma take some cheap shots

(Hey, Mason)

(Tell 'em what happened, Chase)

Uh, I caught a slick left hook

When I made my way to the door, ha

Hell, it caught me by surprise

Made my drank spill and hit the floor

Oh, Lord

And then I turn around to your new found crowd

With my eyes turnin' black and blue

He was standing there laughin'

I knew it had to happen

'Cause he's a bitch just like you

And I can take a cheap shot

So I drug him out back

Started whoopin' his ass

In the parking lot

And the gravel kept flyin'

And I heard your ass cryin'

Yellin,' "Please stop"

But I just kept going

Had the cell phone rollin'

'Til his ass was rocked

Hell, you might as well call the cops

'Cause we gon' some cheap shots, hoo

Yeah, we gon' take cheap shots

Well, my side chick came today

To pay my bail

And she was there the whole time

You put my heart through hell

And we gon' take some cheap shots

Oh, with them plastic cup sippin'