Don't tell me now with a smile on your face
That you're lost down and out
When there was nothing left in me

You can't stop fucking with my head
Stop fucking with my head
My silence you break
The smile that you fake (you fake)

There's not one thing that you can say to make it right
Unless you say I'm leaving
And if you're not then please tell me why
Please tell me why you can't
Save face
Say it to my face

Can I take all the filth in your head
All the words that you said (that you said)
And throw it away (throw it out)

You can't stop fucking with my head
Stop fucking with my head
My silence you break
The smile that you take away

There's not one thing that you can say to make it right
Unless you say I'm leaving
And if you're not then please tell me why
Please tell me why

There's not one thing that you can say to make it right
Unless you say I'm leaving
And if you're not then please tell me why
Please tell me why you cant

That shit you're talkin' don't mean nothing to me anymore
Limp dick, you fuck stick let's settle the score
Run and hide you know I'll find you anywhere
Motherfucker, two faced pirck with hell to pay
What's real is real, it's time to step up to the plate again
Swing batter-batter, swing batter-batter, swing,
What's real is real, it's time to step up to the plate again
Swing batter-batter, fucked me for the last time!

Just take a swing
C'mon you should've taken that swing
Just take your swing

There's not one thing that you can say to make it right
Unless you say I'm leaving
And if you're not then please tell me why
Please tell me why

There's not one thing that you can say to make it right
Unless you say I'm leaving
And if you're not then please tell me why
Please tell me why you cant

Swing
Just take your sing
Fuck you!

Just take your swing
You can't stop fuckin' with my head
Stop fucking with my head

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): BUTCH WALKER, CLINT LOWERY, JOHN CONNOLLY, LA JON WITHERSPOON, MORGAN ROSE, VINCE HORNSBY