The Weak Man

Baby don't cry
I'm aiming to shoot you, I wont apologize
I'm out sippin my screws loose, and I ain't got draws
They out saying I'm coo-coo, they probably right

But she look good in them lulu's, I ain't gon lie
I'm singing her boo boo's, and she on your side

He came right in like choo-choo, like cheap old pie
I hold my colt 4-5, I done lost my mind hahhh

Oh I know, stupid stupid I know, you went in slept in my home
You went and sat on my throne, I've been sick to my dome piece

Oh I'm stuck to my phone, telling her to come home
Then telling her don't come
Well oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I kept up right with the jones
But who the hell are the jones
I bet there's nobody home

I bet there dust on the throw sheets, always liked a good show
Well how's the trunk
How's the trunk
I guess you reap what you sew, uh oh

Lacking in physical, mental strength or force
Frail or feeble
Liable to yield, break, or give way
A weak link in a chain

See a weak man takes no responsibility for who he is
A weak man tries, and keep trying

But I will not live in fear to the man, because a man
Is only here because of a woman

Baby don't cry, I'm aiming to shoot, ou
We won't be alive, must be that rockstar love
Oh, well I know. It's do or die and I know, ou
Yeah, must be that Rockstar Love



Credits
Writer(s): Irwin Davidson
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