If I'm Bein' Honest
I don't stay up late in the middle of the night
Drink from a bottle, half empty as me
I don't cruise down Villa Place sometimes
Wonder why your car ain't parked in the street
No way not me
I'm way too tough
I ain't tore up with warming down with us
But if I'm being honest, baby
I'm still crazy about you
I fucked things up and now I'm man enough to finally face that truth
Since I'm being honest, baby, I got no clue what to do
So I stay drunk and high all the time to get me over you
If I'm being honest
If I'm being honest
My mom don't call to check on me
Cause she knows I'm good, yeah, doin' just fine
And when I see my friends on Maroon street
I'm all calm and cool and having a hell of a time
I ain't masquerading your memory
No way no how, no that ain't me
But if I'm being honest, baby, I'm still crazy about you
I fucked things up and now I'm man enough to finally face that truth
Since I'm being honest, baby, I got no clue what to do
So I stay drunk and high all the time to get me over you
If I'm being honest
If I'm being honest
I don't talk to god each night and pray, to him that you're ok
And come to think, I don't think of you at all and wonder where you are today
But if I'm being honest, baby, I'm still crazy about you
I fucked things up and now I'm man enough to finally face that truth
Since I'm being honest, baby, I got no clue what to do
So I string four chords and the truth, and rhymes and hope it reaches you
If I'm being honest
If I'm being honest
Drink from a bottle, half empty as me
I don't cruise down Villa Place sometimes
Wonder why your car ain't parked in the street
No way not me
I'm way too tough
I ain't tore up with warming down with us
But if I'm being honest, baby
I'm still crazy about you
I fucked things up and now I'm man enough to finally face that truth
Since I'm being honest, baby, I got no clue what to do
So I stay drunk and high all the time to get me over you
If I'm being honest
If I'm being honest
My mom don't call to check on me
Cause she knows I'm good, yeah, doin' just fine
And when I see my friends on Maroon street
I'm all calm and cool and having a hell of a time
I ain't masquerading your memory
No way no how, no that ain't me
But if I'm being honest, baby, I'm still crazy about you
I fucked things up and now I'm man enough to finally face that truth
Since I'm being honest, baby, I got no clue what to do
So I stay drunk and high all the time to get me over you
If I'm being honest
If I'm being honest
I don't talk to god each night and pray, to him that you're ok
And come to think, I don't think of you at all and wonder where you are today
But if I'm being honest, baby, I'm still crazy about you
I fucked things up and now I'm man enough to finally face that truth
Since I'm being honest, baby, I got no clue what to do
So I string four chords and the truth, and rhymes and hope it reaches you
If I'm being honest
If I'm being honest
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Writer(s): Chase Rice
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