He He He

Dee dee duh duh dee dee duh duh dee dee
Dee dee duh duh dee dee duh duh dee dee

Two eleven in a coozy it's about to be a dousey
But you've been talking to loosely
Sit down shut up maybe you'll see
She's about to get dialed in
Drinking nothing but straight Henn'
Drop a football wait for zen
Big fireworks are what begin
Me and high-gravs don't go well
Beatin' flowin' in a cell
Wondering if I'm getting mail
Now it's time for show and tell
Help me get back on my feet
I can't raise babies in the street
Calmly adjusting to the heat
Cause nothing bout this is unique

I don't know why I get this way when I'm with you
I don't know why I do the stupid things I do
We can't keep on like this he's coming back real soon
Plus I might be catching feelings and my heart don't have room

Dee dee duh duh dee dee duh duh dee dee
Dee dee duh duh dee dee duh duh dee dee

She bad as hell and I know well
That all of this is going to fail
Maybe next time won't end in jail
Nothing but the time will tell
So tell me something I don't know
And throw my stuff out the window
This craziness is not for show
It's why I never tell you no
But since I'm gonna have to fight
I won't be asking for the right
Don't ask me bout the other night
Since all your truths have come to light
We dance around the subject dear
Precision practice to be clear
Oh what a sound within my ear
The cracking of a brand new beer

I don't know why I act this way when I'm with you
I don't know why I do the stupid thing I do
We can't keep on like this he's coming back too soon
Plus I might be catching feelings and my heart don't have room

Dee dee duh duh dee dee duh duh dee dee
Dee dee duh duh dee dee duh duh dee dee
Dee dee duh duh dee dee duh duh dee dee
Dee dee duh duh dee dee duh duh dee dee



Credits
Writer(s): Brett Richardson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link