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