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These hangovers ain't getting no better
I'm done wishing for a decent weather
I saw a picture of y'all together, and I threw my phone
Waking up, splashing water on my face
Knowing damn well tonight I'll do the same thing
I got my keys and pocket full of pay day
I'm moving on
Moving on towards the top shelf
Picking out something that will burn like hell
I ain't worried about my health
I'm just trying to keep going
Her bags are all packed, and she's headed down the driveway
Screaming,"Fuck you," I'm going to my mama's place
She don't think I'm gonna be okay
But hey, I'm moving on
You done me wrong for the last time
This wasn't something that I heard through the grapevine
I saw the stains, but you never drink red wine
I'm moving on
Moving on towards the top shelf
Picking out something that will burn like hell
I ain't worried about my health
I'm just trying to keep going
Her bags are all packed, and she's headed down the driveway
Screaming,"Fuck you," I'm going to my mama's place
She don't think I'm gonna be okay
But hey, I'm moving on
I'm moving on
Moving on towards the top shelf
Picking out something that will burn like hell
I ain't worried about my health
I'm just trying to keep going
Her bags are all packed, and she's headed down the driveway
Screaming,"Fuck you," I'm going to my mama's place
She don't think I'm gonna be okay
But I'm moving on
I'm moving on