Good Sport
Been 14 days since I landed on my face
And she still won't talk to me
Got this dark black eye and concealer on my cheek
And it's still so hard to breathe (Fuck!)
I mistook him for the mailman, heard the car in the drive
We were naked in the kitchen when he walked inside
He was screaming Bloody Murder
I had never fought a man
I woke up in an ambulance
Of course I'm short of getting it right
I know it won't be the last time
Of course I'm short of my own advice
I should probably take his ass to court
But I'll be a Good Sport
Oh fuck, I'm just happy that I woke up
I need to reassess what I've just done
But it's tough to think clear from the floor of a kitchen
Her husband is tripping, I never listen
Her friend's told me not to mess around
I'm a true Casanova now
But my God, my head still hurts
And I'm not even sure if my shit still works man
The EMT is laughing at me
And there's blood everywhere
He tosses me a small blanket
And my underwear
But I can't get em on, cuz I think I broke my ribs
Man, I wish they would slow down
Cuz I think I might get sick now
Of course I'm short of getting it right
I know it won't be the last time
Of course I'm short of my own advice
I should probably take his ass to court
But I'll be a Good Sport
I'm on the edge of a breakthrough
Sitting inside of a hospital room
I'm on the edge of a breakthrough
Just trying to get to you
And I should probably take his ass to court
But I'll be a Good Sport
And she still won't talk to me
Got this dark black eye and concealer on my cheek
And it's still so hard to breathe (Fuck!)
I mistook him for the mailman, heard the car in the drive
We were naked in the kitchen when he walked inside
He was screaming Bloody Murder
I had never fought a man
I woke up in an ambulance
Of course I'm short of getting it right
I know it won't be the last time
Of course I'm short of my own advice
I should probably take his ass to court
But I'll be a Good Sport
Oh fuck, I'm just happy that I woke up
I need to reassess what I've just done
But it's tough to think clear from the floor of a kitchen
Her husband is tripping, I never listen
Her friend's told me not to mess around
I'm a true Casanova now
But my God, my head still hurts
And I'm not even sure if my shit still works man
The EMT is laughing at me
And there's blood everywhere
He tosses me a small blanket
And my underwear
But I can't get em on, cuz I think I broke my ribs
Man, I wish they would slow down
Cuz I think I might get sick now
Of course I'm short of getting it right
I know it won't be the last time
Of course I'm short of my own advice
I should probably take his ass to court
But I'll be a Good Sport
I'm on the edge of a breakthrough
Sitting inside of a hospital room
I'm on the edge of a breakthrough
Just trying to get to you
And I should probably take his ass to court
But I'll be a Good Sport
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Casanova, Timmy Skelly
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