Hey lady, hey darlin', hey baby I'm sorry but I can't be your boyfriend If you toy with my motherfuckin' emotions I'll kill you, bitch I'm fuckin' for real I'll make you suffer like I suffered If you fuck me then I'll make you fall in love Hey can we re,

I'm sorry, but I have to go I'm running low And I know you'll find someone who Gives you the time I didn't give to you Woah, and maybe I will never feel You gave me something so real Just know it takes it for me Weeks on end, I'm on the road I start to

No, nobody but me can keep me safe And I'm on my way So take aim and fire away I've never been so wide awake Everybody keep me safe The blood moon is on the rise The fire burning in my eyes I'm sorry but Don't wanna talk, I need a moment before I go

But I'm a man of the woods, it's my pride I brag about you to anyone outside I'm sorry baby, you know I tried I hear the making up's fun But then your hands talking, fingers walking, down your legs Say "Where's the faucet?" Someone's knocking like they

I won't pick up the phone And you can tell me that you're sorry But I don't believe you baby You don't have to call anymore This is the last straw Don't wanna hurt anymore Like I did before You're not sorry, no no All this time I was wasting

And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County Down by the Green River where Paradise lay Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away When I was a child my family would travel Down to

Sorry that I've been livin' in my head Holdin' onto words I ain't said yet I'm bit of sorry, I just can't see You with someone that isn't me You should know I've been tryna find my peace I know it's difficult being with me But I just wanna love you this

I'm sorry but the party's over. Hollywood whore, Passed out on the floor, The talk of the town, Can't take it no more, Is she's going down. Is she's going down, Cocaine nose,

Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving. There's got to be a bottle in the back. Got to get this devil off my back. There's a note on the table. Said I ain't coming back. 'Til your sorry ass is gone. I'm tired of the cheating and running around. I never saw

Sitting here, patching myself up Crying over what's left, 'cause Without you I ain't shit, but no pressure Guess I gotta learn my lesson I know that I've been swerving on this course Can't find me somewhere writin' when I'm wrong Girl, I'm just tryna see