Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Broke Up with Me, artist - Walker Hayes. Date of issue: 07.12.2017
Song language: English
You Broke Up with Me |
| Well, I got some Coke in my bourbon |
| Surfin' the room like Swazye |
| No, I ain’t drunk, I’m amazin' |
| Yeah, I got that laid way, way back, back in my swagger |
| X-Factor, feelin' no pain, I’m at the top of my game |
| Darlin', you can’t crash my party with your sorry’s and what are we’s |
| Don’t start rainin' on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute |
| I ain’t even fixin' to listen to your guilt trippin' |
| You’re forgettin', girl, you made your bed and didn’t want me in it (Hey!) |
| Whoa, girl, simmer on down a notch |
| Ain’t nobody makin' you watch me get my forget you on |
| No, girl, can’t touch my good as gold |
| I know it’s difficult to see me on a roll |
| But hey, you broke up with me |
| Yeah, what can I say, babe, you broke up with me |
| Guess you don’t know what you want |
| 'Til you see 'em movin' on |
| Making lonely look like freedom |
| Baby, don’t even act like I’m doing something wrong |
| If my song comes on and I get lost on that dance floor |
| In somebody’s arms that ain’t yours |
| You can’t crash my party with your sorry’s and what are we’s |
| Don’t start raining on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute |
| I ain’t even fixin' to listen to your guilt trippin' |
| You’re forgettin', girl, you made your bed and didn’t want me in it (Hey!) |
| Whoa, girl, simmer on down a notch |
| Ain’t nobody makin' you watch me get my forget you on |
| No, girl, can’t touch my good as gold |
| I know it’s difficult to see me on a roll |
| But hey, you broke up with me |
| Yeah, what can I say, babe, you broke up with me |
| For real, babe, ain’t tryin' to rub it your face |
| I’m just breakin' off a little cold hard truth |
| It is what it is, girl, you did whatcha did, girl |
| I’m just doin' what a bachelor do |
| Darlin', you can’t crash my party with your sorry’s and what are we’s |
| Don’t be raining on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute |
| I ain’t even fixin' to listen to your guilt trippin' |
| You’re forgettin', girl, you made your bed and didn’t want me in it (Hey!) |
| Whoa, girl, simmer on down a notch |
| Ain’t nobody makin' you watch me get my forget you on |
| No, girl, can’t touch my good as gold |
| I know it’s difficult to see me on a roll |
| But hey, you broke up with me |
| Yeah, what can I say, babe, you broke up with me |
| You broke up with me |
| Yeah, what can I say, babe? |
| You broke up with me |