GoodBye
Yeaa yeaaa...
You fed up
I don't understand what you're saying
At the end of the day I was playing
I know I messed up
Then you gonna cancel arrangements
I drank too much now I'm faded
You fed up
I don't understand what you saying
At the end of the day I was playing
I know I messed up...
The trap still jumping
The feds still knocking
Shorty hit my phone and said the work still coming
I got the steel on me
My partners kill for me
Got dealers and some killas really in the field homie
This life is real homie
The worse you'll feel homie
I've seen some rich and big dogs turn to real homeless
'Am i messed up for thinking I can become something?'
Mistakes, I wish I put more smiles on your face
But then again theres a lot of things I gotta face
Big dreams to chase
Keep up the pace
No time to waste
Can't beat the case
On the run like I'm on a tour driving state to state
Can't get calls cause my phone is tapped but I'm still okay
Might not like how the money made but the bill is paid
Worked hard for them better days
We've seen ghetto days...
You fed up
I don't understand what you're saying
At the end of the day i was playing
I know I messed up
Then you gonna cancel arrangements
I drank too much now I'm faded
You fed up
I don't understand what you saying
At the end of the day i was playing
I drank too much
Now I'm faded...
Cause we fucked up
First light and we still drinking
Damn WTF is we thinking
Cause she too drunk
She know she got a family waiting
Shot after shot she ain't blinking
She too drunk asking if I can take her home with me
Damn WTF is she thinking?
'Am I messed up for thinking that we could be something?'
Mistakes!
I'll probably make three, four or more
She says she got some problems waiting for her back at home
She says she don't know what love is anymore
Man this bitch is such a joke
She think that Ima choke
The clever words I chose
The soften way I spoke
The accent and the flow
Got her fiending for some more
'Yeah I still Fuuu'
Mistakes!
I'll probably make three, four or more
Forgive me for my sins
Pardon all my woes
She didn't have a ring
How was I supposed to know?
That she don't love that man anymore
'Its not my fault'
Am I dumb for thinking that we could ever be something?
Mistake!
You fed up
I don't understand what you're saying
At the end of the day I was playing
I know I messed up
Then you gonna cancel arrangements
I drank too much now I'm faded
You fed up
I don't understand what you saying
At the end of the day I was playing
I know I messed up...
The trap still jumping
The feds still knocking
Shorty hit my phone and said the work still coming
I got the steel on me
My partners kill for me
Got dealers and some killas really in the field homie
This life is real homie
The worse you'll feel homie
I've seen some rich and big dogs turn to real homeless
'Am i messed up for thinking I can become something?'
Mistakes, I wish I put more smiles on your face
But then again theres a lot of things I gotta face
Big dreams to chase
Keep up the pace
No time to waste
Can't beat the case
On the run like I'm on a tour driving state to state
Can't get calls cause my phone is tapped but I'm still okay
Might not like how the money made but the bill is paid
Worked hard for them better days
We've seen ghetto days...
You fed up
I don't understand what you're saying
At the end of the day i was playing
I know I messed up
Then you gonna cancel arrangements
I drank too much now I'm faded
You fed up
I don't understand what you saying
At the end of the day i was playing
I drank too much
Now I'm faded...
Cause we fucked up
First light and we still drinking
Damn WTF is we thinking
Cause she too drunk
She know she got a family waiting
Shot after shot she ain't blinking
She too drunk asking if I can take her home with me
Damn WTF is she thinking?
'Am I messed up for thinking that we could be something?'
Mistakes!
I'll probably make three, four or more
She says she got some problems waiting for her back at home
She says she don't know what love is anymore
Man this bitch is such a joke
She think that Ima choke
The clever words I chose
The soften way I spoke
The accent and the flow
Got her fiending for some more
'Yeah I still Fuuu'
Mistakes!
I'll probably make three, four or more
Forgive me for my sins
Pardon all my woes
She didn't have a ring
How was I supposed to know?
That she don't love that man anymore
'Its not my fault'
Am I dumb for thinking that we could ever be something?
Mistake!
Credits
Writer(s): Steve Earle
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