Leave me alone Drunk as fuck Bitch you dumb as fuck Running up the bucks (damn, ay) Bitch you down or what? (Ya) Yah, yah, yah, yah (ay) Yeah, I miss you but I got no time for that Tell you the truth

I Don't need to see you, no, no, no etc. And your head hangs lightly and everyone's slightly drunk tonight They're drunk tonight again, la-la-la etc. The world is consuming me and I don't feel so happy here today I'm not and I don't feel and I used to be

I ain't never seen no whiskey, the blues made me sloppy drunk I went upstairs to pack my leavin' trunk I ain't see no blues, whiskey made me sloppy drunk I'm going back to Memphis babe, where I'll have much better luck Look out Mama you know you asked me

Still writing songs about You on my bed and a mini bar three day I've gotten drunk on whiskey and women Broke up in places that we've never been in Spending all night and all day trying to say something new But it's no use I'm still writing songs about

Don't know what it is that I gotta do But something that do I'd get another drink if I wanted to I would get another girl But I can't get, I can't get, I can't get you I can't get, I can't get, I can't get you I get bored, I get drunk I get drunk, I get

This what Sauga feels like in the night time That smile on your face Makes it easy to trust you Watch what she doin' when the light shine Drunk niggas tryin' a talk in the strip club Shawty silhouette looks like a dolla sign Caught up (caught up) Thats

I got new rules, I count 'em I gotta tell them to myself One, don't pick up the phone You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone Two, don't let him in You'll have to kick him out again Three, don't be his friend You know you're gonna wake up

I can walk into a room without you I just don't know how to love without you Every friend has got a friend in mind 'Cause I've had more than a little time And I don't get drunk and talk about you So I guess I've learned to live without you So it's on

(Youngblood) She's my little youngblood Punch-drunken youngblood She's a loner, not a stoner Bleeding heart and the soul of Miss Teresa Supernova, Cherry Cola She's the cedar in the trees of Minnesota I'm a rough boy 'round the edges

Wish I could get a little un-drunk so I could un-call you At five in the morning, I would un-fuck you But some things you can't undo I wish I could un-kiss the room full of strangers So I could un-spite you, un-lose my temper But somethings you can't