You Broke Up with Me - 8Track
All of that
(I can if you know, so I like I-)
All that-
Well, I got some coke in my bourbon
Surfin' the room like Swazye
No, I ain't drunk, I'm amazin'
Yeah, I got that laid way, way back, back in my swagger
X-Factor, feelin' no pain, I'm at the top of my game
Darlin', you can't crash my party with your "Sorry"'s and "What are we?"'s
Don't start rainin' on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute
I ain't even fixin' to listen to your guilt trippin'
You're forgettin', girl, you made your bed and didn't want me in it (hey)
Whoa, girl, simmer on down a notch
Ain't nobody makin' you watch me get my forget you on
No, girl, can't touch my good as gold
I know it's difficult to see me on a roll (hey)
But hey, you broke up with me
Yeah, what can I say, babe? You broke up with me
Hah, guess you don't know what you want
'Til you see 'em movin' on
Makin' lonely look like freedom
Baby, don't even act like I'm doin' somethin' wrong
If my song comes on, and I get lost on that dance floor
In somebody's arms that ain't yours
You can't crash my party with your "Sorry"'s and "What are we?"'s
Don't be rainin' on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute
I ain't even fixin' to listen to your guilt trippin'
You're forgettin', girl, you made your bed and didn't want me in it (hey)
Whoa, girl, simmer on down a notch
Ain't nobody makin' you watch me get my forget you on
No, girl, can't touch my good as gold
I know it's difficult to see me on a roll (hey)
But hey, you broke up with me
Yeah, what can I say, babe? You broke up with me
For real, babe, ain't tryin' to rub it to your face
I'm just breakin' off a little cold hard truth
It is what it is, girl, you did whatcha did, girl
I'm just doin' what a bachelor do
Darlin', you can't crash my party with your "Sorry"'s and "What are we?"'s
Don't be rainin' on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute (quit it)
I ain't even fixin' to listen to your guilt trippin'
You're forgettin', girl, you made your bed and didn't want me in it (hey)
Whoa, girl, simmer on down a notch
Ain't nobody makin' you watch me get my forget you on
No, girl, can't touch my good as gold
I know it's difficult to see me on a roll (hey)
But hey, you broke up with me
Yeah, what can I say, babe? You broke up with me
You broke up with me
Yeah, what can I say, babe?
You broke up with me (hey)
(I can if you know, so I like I-)
All that-
Well, I got some coke in my bourbon
Surfin' the room like Swazye
No, I ain't drunk, I'm amazin'
Yeah, I got that laid way, way back, back in my swagger
X-Factor, feelin' no pain, I'm at the top of my game
Darlin', you can't crash my party with your "Sorry"'s and "What are we?"'s
Don't start rainin' on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute
I ain't even fixin' to listen to your guilt trippin'
You're forgettin', girl, you made your bed and didn't want me in it (hey)
Whoa, girl, simmer on down a notch
Ain't nobody makin' you watch me get my forget you on
No, girl, can't touch my good as gold
I know it's difficult to see me on a roll (hey)
But hey, you broke up with me
Yeah, what can I say, babe? You broke up with me
Hah, guess you don't know what you want
'Til you see 'em movin' on
Makin' lonely look like freedom
Baby, don't even act like I'm doin' somethin' wrong
If my song comes on, and I get lost on that dance floor
In somebody's arms that ain't yours
You can't crash my party with your "Sorry"'s and "What are we?"'s
Don't be rainin' on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute
I ain't even fixin' to listen to your guilt trippin'
You're forgettin', girl, you made your bed and didn't want me in it (hey)
Whoa, girl, simmer on down a notch
Ain't nobody makin' you watch me get my forget you on
No, girl, can't touch my good as gold
I know it's difficult to see me on a roll (hey)
But hey, you broke up with me
Yeah, what can I say, babe? You broke up with me
For real, babe, ain't tryin' to rub it to your face
I'm just breakin' off a little cold hard truth
It is what it is, girl, you did whatcha did, girl
I'm just doin' what a bachelor do
Darlin', you can't crash my party with your "Sorry"'s and "What are we?"'s
Don't be rainin' on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute (quit it)
I ain't even fixin' to listen to your guilt trippin'
You're forgettin', girl, you made your bed and didn't want me in it (hey)
Whoa, girl, simmer on down a notch
Ain't nobody makin' you watch me get my forget you on
No, girl, can't touch my good as gold
I know it's difficult to see me on a roll (hey)
But hey, you broke up with me
Yeah, what can I say, babe? You broke up with me
You broke up with me
Yeah, what can I say, babe?
You broke up with me (hey)
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Archer, Kylie Sackley, Walker Hayes
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