Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Made Me This Way, artist - Charlie Farley. Date of issue: 07.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Made Me This Way |
| I got some rough edges |
| No I ain’t no saint |
| (No I ain’t no saint) |
| I’ve done things I know I shouldn’t |
| And I took all the blame |
| (And I took all the blame) |
| But it’s been a long time |
| Since I made the same mistakes |
| (The same mistakes) |
| I’m living with those lessons learned |
| Of what made me this way |
| Just a young lad with a vodka |
| And a half a bottle of pills |
| I was always popping them up and downers |
| I was in love with them hills (hills) |
| I guess the best I could |
| Didn’t know right from left yet did good |
| I was more impressed with being the redneck |
| With the wild woman in the truck bed (cha-ching) |
| Having sex and then after sex |
| My buddy takes her next |
| We acted as if we didn’t have respect |
| For anyone, that’s big facts |
| But to get it you gotta give it |
| I had to live it to spit it |
| So I spent them late nights spinning |
| Higher than a New York pidgeon (prrr) |
| Never checked in, momma asking |
| «Where you been?"I been with friends |
| What she didn’t know woulda crushed her soul |
| 'Cause I was on a two-week binge (sorry momma) |
| While she was nightly praying |
| For the Lord to forgive me for my sins |
| No we live states apart, I stare in the dark |
| Thinking about back then (yeah) |
| I got some rough edges |
| No I ain’t no saint |
| (No I ain’t no saint) |
| I’ve done things I know I shouldn’t |
| And I took all the blame |
| (And I took all the blame) |
| But it’s been a long time |
| Since I made the same mistakes |
| (The same mistakes) |
| I’m living with those lessons learned |
| Of what made me this way |
| Well I did a little growing up |
| Started showing up to work on time (time) |
| But punching that timeclock |
| Got old quick and I quit (peace) |
| Then I met a chick and it |
| Started getting serious (it did) |
| She came home one day |
| And said that she was pregnant with my kid (that's right) |
| So I did what everyone here did |
| I bought a ring and started talking marriage |
| But it wasn’t horses in a carriage (nah) |
| It was screaming, cussing, and yelling |
| Had I known then what I do now |
| Had I know that kids having kids seldom work out |
| But I didn’t so I just bounced |
| Every chance I’d get I was staying lit |
| Riding in that Tahoe |
| With a bottle and some so-called «friends» |
| While my wife was at home crying, no lying |
| I was dumb as shit |
| And the sad thing is I’d done this |
| For a long time before she left |
| Now I live with the regrets (yeah) |
| I got some rough edges |
| No I ain’t no saint |
| (No I ain’t no saint) |
| I’ve done things I know I shouldn’t |
| And I took all the blame |
| (And I took all the blame) |
| But it’s been a long time |
| Since I made the same mistakes |
| (The same mistakes) |
| I’m living with those lessons learned |
| Of what made me this way |