| Pull the trigger Budd Dwyer
|
| Hahahahahaha
|
| Love it when I had you in my arms
|
| Now I’m feelin' incomplete (Incomplete, incomplete, incomplete)
|
| Heard you went your ways
|
| Goin' days without some fuckin' sleep (Heard you went your ways,
|
| goin' days without some fuckin' sleep)
|
| I can’t get your face out of my head and it’s driving me insane (Sane, sane,
|
| sane, sane)
|
| Tryna do my best to hold it back and just stay up in my lane (Do my best to
|
| hold it back and just stay up in my lane)
|
| I’m so fuckin' lonely in my condo, feelin' so deserted ('serted, 'serted,
|
| 'serted)
|
| I’m so fucking sorry, all the times you left here feeling hurted (I'm so
|
| fucking sorry, all the times you left here feeling hurted)
|
| Need some drugs to take this pain
|
| Numb me up 'cause it is too much (Too much, too much, too much)
|
| My soul is so broken
|
| Broken down and I’m lost as fuck (Lost as fuck, lost as fuck, lost as fuck)
|
| Ridin' late at night, I see your face all in the sky
|
| Shit, got such a hole in me, it’d be easier to die (Die, die, die)
|
| But, phone rings, I pick up
|
| Slick, you done fucked up
|
| I can’t run and hide, I just make up lies
|
| They all wonder why I’m so in love wit' you
|
| Give it up for you
|
| What the fuck do I do?
|
| Where the fuck do I move?
|
| What the fuck do I do?
|
| Where the fuck do I move? |