Alibi
If you're gonna lie you better bring your alibi Or she ain't gonna hear you out She just aint gonna hear you out, no
And if you're gonna love her then love her But you gotta start hangin' around, yeah You gotta start hangin' around
I am that bastard son of a bitch.
Hardened fibs cover my lips.
Watch a piss drunk come stumblin' in, cussin' a bit, dusty as shit.
Heart strings still stingin' from that lover I miss.
I can't Stomach the pain I'm strugglin' with, Fuckin' insane, I love her to death.
Let's talk taboos.
I am that monster under the bed.
You can dump me in a ditch, Take a gun to my head.
From Monday to Sunday, The mundane smothers my breath.
Some say you must stay, To summon the strength.
I've come to confess, I'm ugly and unkempt, Troubled, distressed.
Totally messed up.
On the hunt for the fresh, I didn't mean flesh.
Comfortably numb, Between a set of stranger honey bee breasts.
Yo nothin' beats sex when nothing means much.
Under seige for another eve.
If you're gonna lie you better bring your alibi Or she ain't gonna hear you out She just aint gonna hear you out, no
And if you're gonna love her then love her But you gotta start hangin' around, yeah You gotta start hangin' around
I like it when you dance, I like it when you smile How'd you get so good at life, my love?
Steppin up, you've been going hard How come you're so nice to everyone?
I am the victim of my own undoing.
He who shot himself in the foot.
Another fuckwit human With some dumb stupid stuck to me He who forgot to read the stories they tell in the books.
She tried to teach me how to be humble.
I blew it.
Couldn't listen to the cues.
Too busy with the blues Now there's no aphrodisiac like my memories And some FB pictures of you.
And I can feel it like a kick in the tooth.
I miss you more than I was thinking I would.
I hope the life you've been living is good.
I still love you more than I reckon I should.
So what's up in your neck of the hood?
I used to call you in the morn.
I don't call you anymore.
Those days are done for.
Still, here I am.
The smallest violin known to man Place me to your ears and you hear my jam.
It goes
If you're gonna lie you better bring your alibi Or she ain't gonna hear you out She just aint gonna hear you out, no
And if you're gonna love her then love her But you gotta start hangin' around, yeah You gotta start hangin' around
If you're gonna lie you better bring your alibi Or she ain't gonna hear you out She just aint gonna hear you out, no
And if you're gonna love her then love her But you gotta start hangin' around, yeah You gotta start hangin' around
I like it when you dance, I like it when you smile How'd you get so good at life, my love?
Steppin up, you've been going hard How come you're so nice to everyone?
Workin' all the time How do you find the time for my love?
I'm so in love I'm at your gate, I've been acting strange It's my, mine and not your fault, my love
And if you're gonna love her then love her But you gotta start hangin' around, yeah You gotta start hangin' around
I am that bastard son of a bitch.
Hardened fibs cover my lips.
Watch a piss drunk come stumblin' in, cussin' a bit, dusty as shit.
Heart strings still stingin' from that lover I miss.
I can't Stomach the pain I'm strugglin' with, Fuckin' insane, I love her to death.
Let's talk taboos.
I am that monster under the bed.
You can dump me in a ditch, Take a gun to my head.
From Monday to Sunday, The mundane smothers my breath.
Some say you must stay, To summon the strength.
I've come to confess, I'm ugly and unkempt, Troubled, distressed.
Totally messed up.
On the hunt for the fresh, I didn't mean flesh.
Comfortably numb, Between a set of stranger honey bee breasts.
Yo nothin' beats sex when nothing means much.
Under seige for another eve.
If you're gonna lie you better bring your alibi Or she ain't gonna hear you out She just aint gonna hear you out, no
And if you're gonna love her then love her But you gotta start hangin' around, yeah You gotta start hangin' around
I like it when you dance, I like it when you smile How'd you get so good at life, my love?
Steppin up, you've been going hard How come you're so nice to everyone?
I am the victim of my own undoing.
He who shot himself in the foot.
Another fuckwit human With some dumb stupid stuck to me He who forgot to read the stories they tell in the books.
She tried to teach me how to be humble.
I blew it.
Couldn't listen to the cues.
Too busy with the blues Now there's no aphrodisiac like my memories And some FB pictures of you.
And I can feel it like a kick in the tooth.
I miss you more than I was thinking I would.
I hope the life you've been living is good.
I still love you more than I reckon I should.
So what's up in your neck of the hood?
I used to call you in the morn.
I don't call you anymore.
Those days are done for.
Still, here I am.
The smallest violin known to man Place me to your ears and you hear my jam.
It goes
If you're gonna lie you better bring your alibi Or she ain't gonna hear you out She just aint gonna hear you out, no
And if you're gonna love her then love her But you gotta start hangin' around, yeah You gotta start hangin' around
If you're gonna lie you better bring your alibi Or she ain't gonna hear you out She just aint gonna hear you out, no
And if you're gonna love her then love her But you gotta start hangin' around, yeah You gotta start hangin' around
I like it when you dance, I like it when you smile How'd you get so good at life, my love?
Steppin up, you've been going hard How come you're so nice to everyone?
Workin' all the time How do you find the time for my love?
I'm so in love I'm at your gate, I've been acting strange It's my, mine and not your fault, my love
Credits
Writer(s): Denis Ligia, Syawaldi Iqbal Muttaqin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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