she's really done it now,
Coked up, her body's all spun around,
Oh yeah, yeah, she's really done it,
And seein' her just isn't
If you talkin' shit to me,
Smack it up, smack it up,
If you act a bitch to me,
Stack it up, stack it up,
If you fuckin' rich as me,
My daddy owns a dealership,
The rest is fuckin' history
This ain't a love song (oh no),
This ain't a broken heart homie singin'
This ain't a love song (o h,
This ain't a whiskey-drowned ballad,
There ain't nothing here that's valid,
So tell me baby, pretty baby,
that this house is not a graveyard,
Tell me how to stay strong
Over corpses of her long-lost fathers
fathers and her unborn daughters,
Oh no, no, I'm not impressed with you,
Pink drinks that seem to get
Rock late and sleep until the sun sets,
I'd talk but you took the
If you talkin' shit to me,
Smack it up, smack it up,
If you act a bitch to me,
Stack it up, stack it up,
If you fuckin' rich as me,
My daddy owns a dealership,
The rest is fuckin' history
This ain't a love song (oh no),
This ain't a broken heart homie singin'
This ain't a love song (o h,
This ain't a whiskey-drowned ballad,
There ain't nothing here that's valid,
So tell me baby, pretty baby,
that this house is not a graveyard,
Tell me how to stay strong
Over corpses of her long-lost fathers
fathers and her unborn daughters,
complain the rain is worse,
But it's that much better if I did it in person,
complain the rain is worse,
But it's that much better if I did it in person
So tell me baby, pretty baby,
that this house is not a graveyard,
Tell me how to stay strong
Over corpses of her long-lost fathers
fathers and her unborn daughters,
Cause God dammit, I can't do it alone
So tell me baby, pretty baby,
that this house is not a graveyard,
Tell me how to stay strong
Over corpses of her long-lost fathers
fathers and her unborn daughters,
Cause God dammit, I can't do it alone
