Lyrics Slacks - St. South

Slacks

Got a piece of my mind, to tell you who’s mine
Nobody hurts like me for you.
Soft slacks at night, I’m wearing 'em tight
Nobody hurts like I do.
Your fakers are fine, but your water ain’t wine
So stop feeding me, 'a little more time'
Your shit’s a mess, I’m not yours to undress
I’m leaving this love for the last time.
I’m not yours, I’m mine.
You’ve got the means to caress, but weak you leave me a mess
One touch is enough, your hands, a little too rough
Will I ever be enough?
I’m not yours, I’m mine
We fall the fader to black, release the ropes and feel the slack
I’m not yours, I’m mine
I tell you every time, you’re walking a fine, fine line
I’m not yours, I’m mine
I’m not yours
Heard it all before
Heard it all before
Heard it all before
Heard it all before