Letras
I know I blame myself
I know a lot went wrong
I took that gun off the shelf
And if I shoot a couple bullets
Won't do shit for my health
I know
I know it's better if you dead to me
I
Don't know your name
But you might lose your mind
And I won't feel a thing
And if I ever listened to the words that you said to me
I'd prolly hear another bitch screamin"Give me the keys to me"
And now you got me
Drunk
I'm
Fucked up
Runnin' from a cop car
Dumped on
Luck gone
Wonder if the loves gone
Stuck on
What's gone
If I ever had sum
And all the things you said
And now you got me
Drunk
I'm
Fucked up
Runnin' from a cop car
Dumped on
Luck gone
Wonder if the loves gone
Stuck on
What's gone
If I ever had sum
And all the things you said
Oh
I'm gone
Sittin
And the lights off
Funny how the rose grows red
And burns dead
Wonder why my eyes so red
I'm cuttin heads off
While you're always there
When I'm up in my head
Now I'm in the fourth lane
Tuckin' on my white stain
40 in the cockpit touchin' up on the brain
Caught ride w two drunk models in the back of a cop car
And I think that I forgot their names
Leanin' on the telephone
Can't feel my face
And I don't know who I should call up at 11:08
Thinking maybe I ain' leavin
I won't come home today
But if you hearin' this
I'll be layin' awake
And now you got me
Drunk
I'm
Fucked up
Runnin' from a cop car
Dumped on
Luck gone
Wonder if the loves gone
Stuck on
What's gone
If I ever had sum
And all the things you said
And now you got me
Drunk
I'm
Fucked up
Runnin' from a cop car
Dumped on
Luck gone
Wonder if the loves gone
Stuck on
What's gone
If I ever had sum
And all the things you said
Okay, now
First things first
I never loved your face
And all the other pretty girls
They all earned their place
And I was walkin' on the moon
Till there was something to chase, n' oh
I know you hatin' my name
Okay like transport
Runnin' up a bag
In a Pontiac
I'm working on a plane
Outta LAX
You know that
I won't trip a nine-five
When there's a dollar to be made
Runnin' outta love
Gotta to self medicate
And I know
Your ways
And all the little pretty ways
You get in my brain
But it's something
I can use to avoid a mistake
N' oh
I know
It's too late
And now you got me
Drunk
I'm
Fucked up
Runnin' from a cop car
Dumped on
Luck gone
Wonder if the love's gone
Stuck on
What's gone
If I ever had sum
And all the things you said
And now you got me
Drunk
I'm
Fucked up
Runnin' from a cop car
Dumped on
Luck gone
Wonder if the love's gone
Stuck on
What's gone
If I ever had sum
And all the things you said
La la la
La la la la
La la
La la la la
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La la la la
La la
La la la la
La la la
You better know why you drink
Or give up drinking
He ain' been drinking before Mr. Cane