Oh God, God, she´s really done it now,
Coked up, her body´s all spun around,
Oh yeah, yeah, she´s really done it,
And seein´ her just isn´t something I can stomach,

Back it up, back it up,
If you talkin´ shit to me,
Smack it up, smack it up,
If you act a bitch to me,
Stack it up, stack it up,
If you fuckin´ rich as me,
My daddy owns a dealership,
The rest is fuckin´ history

This ain´t a love song (oh no),
This ain´t a broken heart homie singin´ only ´cause he´s lonely,
This ain´t a love song (oh, no, no, no),
This ain´t a whiskey-drowned ballad,
There ain´t nothing here that´s valid,
So tell me baby, pretty baby, that this house is not a graveyard,
Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home,
Over corpses of her long-lost fathers and her unborn daughters,
God dammit, I just can´t do it alone
I can´t do it alone,
I can´t do it alone,
No, I can´t do it alone

Oh no, no, I´m not impressed with you,
Pink drinks that seem to get the best of you,
Rock late and sleep until the sun sets,
I´d talk but you took the tongue I talk with

Back it up, back it up,
If you talkin´ shit to me,
Smack it up, smack it up,
If you act a bitch to me,
Stack it up, stack it up,
If you fuckin´ rich as me,
My daddy owns a dealership,
The rest is fuckin´ history

This ain´t a love song (oh no),
This ain´t a broken heart homie singin´ only ´cause he´s lonely,
This ain´t a love song (oh, no, no, no),
This ain´t a whiskey-drowned ballad,
There ain´t nothing here that´s valid,
So tell me baby, pretty baby, that this house is not a graveyard,
Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home,
Over corpses of her long-lost fathers and her unborn daughters,
God dammit, I just can´t do it alone
I can´t do it alone,
I can´t do it alone,
No, I can´t do it alone

I can call you out and complain the rain is worse,
But it´s that much better if I blame it on a person,
I can call you out and complain the rain is worse,
But it´s that much better if I blame it on a person

So tell me baby, pretty baby, that this house is not a graveyard,
Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home,
Over corpses of her long-lost fathers and her unborn daughters,
God dammit, I just can´t do it alone
So tell me baby, pretty baby, that this house is not a graveyard,
Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home,
Over corpses of her long-lost fathers and her unborn daughters,
God dammit, I just can´t do it alone