damnlyrics.com

Temper

Apologies for the things I've said

Sometimes I don't think before I speak but who does?

Especially when you've got a lot on your mind

I'm short tempered so just bare with meJust bare with me and let me speak

I'm punching holes in these walls

My eyes are open, I can't even see, my eyes are open

I've had too many tonight but buy some roundsPass them around, get on my level, it's only 11 and you're far behind

I've had too many tonight but buy some rounds

Pass them around, get on my level, it's only 11 and shits getting heavy

Who fucking spilled the beer on my carpet

Alright everybody throw your hands up

Put 'em in the air and if you're not holding a red cup

You know the drill, get on your knees

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't control my anger any moreBut you must understand

I've been away for a long long time

No one can save me 'cause I'm too far gone

Oh, baby, baby, you should have the thing's I've doneGod damn, all those nights, all those blunts, all those lights

I wouldn't trade it for the world or anything in it

I looked rough but I'll admit it, yeah, the girls came too

They fucked me good but, girl, I swear they don't compare to youOh, shit, I think I said too much

Oh shit, I think I said too much

And every day is like a never ending struggle

Where I'm always fuckin' falling behind

And every second is a motherfucking obstacle

Where everybody's falling behind, fall behindI've had too many tonight but buy some rounds

Somebody buy some fucking rounds

Who fucking spilled the beer?

Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.

Enjoy the lyrics !!!