Pull the trigger Budd Dwyer
Hahahahahaha

Love it when I had you in my arms
Now I'm feelin' incomplete (Incomplete, incomplete, incomplete)
Heard you went your ways
Goin' days without some fuckin' sleep (Heard you went your ways, goin' days without some fuckin' sleep)
I can't get your face out of my head and it's driving me insane (Sane, sane, sane, sane)
Tryna do my best to hold it back and just stay up in my lane (Do my best to hold it back and just stay up in my lane)
I'm so fuckin' lonely in my condo, feelin' so deserted ('serted, 'serted, 'serted)
I'm so fucking sorry, all the times you left here feeling hurted (I'm so fucking sorry, all the times you left here feeling hurted)
Need some drugs to take this pain
Numb me up 'cause it is too much (Too much, too much, too much)
My soul is so broken
Broken down and I'm lost as fuck (Lost as fuck, lost as fuck, lost as fuck)
Ridin' late at night, I see your face all in the sky
Shit, got such a hole in me, it'd be easier to die (Die, die, die)
But, phone rings, I pick up
Slick, you done fucked up
I can't run and hide, I just make up lies
They all wonder why I'm so in love wit' you
Give it up for you
What the fuck do I do?
Where the fuck do I move?
What the fuck do I do?
Where the fuck do I move?

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Writer(s): Scott Arceneaux