Banged Up
This Sucks
How'd I end up in Handcuffs
I call my Ex to Hang Up
They tellin me to hang tough But
I'm banged up
Hard to tell the truth
When ya life goin
Sideways
Long in the tooth no roof
And it's Friday
Wilkes in the booth I'ma milk it till he die Hey
Type of Ilk'll u get killed in the driveway
Chest pains and I'm lookin for answers
Stress reigns and my heart is cancer
Less pain more love more banter
Instead of living with these back up dancers
Go ahead throw me out discard me
Fuck a rich guy take you on safari
Live and let die Paul McCartney
Tell the story where I went a Scanner Darkly
Insta cart me into the abyss of what I miss
End it sharply not knowing what my part be
I heard ya doin well I just took out a
Mortgage in hell
This Sucks
How'd I end up in Handcuffs
I call my Ex to Hang Up
They tellin me to hang tough But
I'm banged up
I need to make a call Let me finish this verse
My uber driver in a mutherfuckin hearse
Miss the turn take a right on first
Ya now rocking the mutherfuckin worst
I will never hold a bitch purse
You doth protest too much disperse
I'm cursed still alive like Fred Durst
Every star must burst
Rage at the dying of the light go fly a kite
Ride a bike like a Mennonite
Midnight we just wanna get the women right
Dance with the devil in the pale
Moonlight
We on site you on Fortnite
We out here on the porch
Like a troglodyte
I'm not a socialite
I'm antisocial I- don't know how to be polite
This Sucks
How'd I end up in Handcuffs
I call my Ex to Hang Up
They tellin me to hang tough But
I'm banged up
How'd I end up in Handcuffs
I call my Ex to Hang Up
They tellin me to hang tough But
I'm banged up
Hard to tell the truth
When ya life goin
Sideways
Long in the tooth no roof
And it's Friday
Wilkes in the booth I'ma milk it till he die Hey
Type of Ilk'll u get killed in the driveway
Chest pains and I'm lookin for answers
Stress reigns and my heart is cancer
Less pain more love more banter
Instead of living with these back up dancers
Go ahead throw me out discard me
Fuck a rich guy take you on safari
Live and let die Paul McCartney
Tell the story where I went a Scanner Darkly
Insta cart me into the abyss of what I miss
End it sharply not knowing what my part be
I heard ya doin well I just took out a
Mortgage in hell
This Sucks
How'd I end up in Handcuffs
I call my Ex to Hang Up
They tellin me to hang tough But
I'm banged up
I need to make a call Let me finish this verse
My uber driver in a mutherfuckin hearse
Miss the turn take a right on first
Ya now rocking the mutherfuckin worst
I will never hold a bitch purse
You doth protest too much disperse
I'm cursed still alive like Fred Durst
Every star must burst
Rage at the dying of the light go fly a kite
Ride a bike like a Mennonite
Midnight we just wanna get the women right
Dance with the devil in the pale
Moonlight
We on site you on Fortnite
We out here on the porch
Like a troglodyte
I'm not a socialite
I'm antisocial I- don't know how to be polite
This Sucks
How'd I end up in Handcuffs
I call my Ex to Hang Up
They tellin me to hang tough But
I'm banged up
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Writer(s): Jason Brooks
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