Messing around on you
By Raymond Livingston
I've never been told no, making my heart ice cold.
Watch me run around like I'm back on my old high scores,
Words for the man I am,
Worse than my stiff right hand,
Give me coke and a bottle you'll know I'll make a plan.
I can make you crawl,
I can make you beg,
I can make you do anything that's in my head.
Theirs no model for anything I do, girl. I'm just no good for you.
These drugs and the whiskey keep me messing around on you,
These lines that I feed you are worse than the lines that I do.
I just get another round, hit another low, looking for a high, everywhere I go.
Ya, well, girl, you should leave me,
These women come easy, and drugs and the whiskey keep me messing around on you, around on you, around on you.
You know how these things work cause I am that kind of a man hold your hand, steal the plan then I'll escort myself out that front door, and right back to drinking, get a bottle fxxx a model ya just for the weekend.
I know I'm dirt,
I know my worth,
I know when I get home I still owe but it works.
I told you once before what I'll do, baby I'm no good for you.
These drugs and the whiskey keep me messing around on you.
These lines that I feed you are worse than the lines that I do.
I just get another round, hit another low, looking for a high, everywhere I go.
Ya, well, girl, you should leave me.
These women come easy, and drugs and the whiskey keep me messing around on you, around on you, around on you, around on you,
Messing around on you.
In the morning light, I see what I've become,
Broken promises pile high, like the damage I've done.
Your tears fall like rain, but I'm too numb to feel,
This poison in my veins is the only thing that's real.
I watch you trying to fix me, but baby don't you see?
The only thing I'm faithful to is my own misery.
I'll swear I'll change tomorrow, but we both know it ain't true,
I'm just a walking disaster, no good for you.
These drugs and the whiskey keep me messing around on you,
These lines that I feed you are worse than the lines that I do.
I just get another round, hit another low, looking for a high, everywhere I go.
Ya, well, girl, you should leave me,
These women come easy, and drugs and the whiskey keep me messing around on you, around on you, around on you.
