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Dog House
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Yelawolf
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Yeah, hold up Ah Hehe Yeah Really though, Catfish, really though Yeah Walking around Pacing back and fourth I go What's on my mind? You and I, go down that road What do I do? Hang up the phone and walk away You told me, you'll be back, back some day b*t*h you lied, b*t*h you lied, b*t*h you lied, b*t*h you lied Every time And now I'm in the dog house And I be out till the morning sipping whiskey till I can't walk straight For running my big mouth, out with the boys Til the early morning, party, and the problem awaits We all in that dog house And I be out till the morning sipping whiskey till I can't walk straight For running my big mouth, out with the boys Til the early morning, party, and the problem awaits We all in that I get drunk On my head, at the bar Whеre was you? Baby please, pick up my call I'm just mе Rowdy boys, never change Should've known When you said, we'd be okay But b*t*h you lied, b*t*h you lied, b*t*h you lied, b*t*h you lied Every time And now I'm in the dog house And I be out till the morning sipping whiskey till I can't walk straight For running my big mouth, out with the boys Til the early morning, party, and the problem awaits We all in that dog house And I be out till the morning sipping whiskey till I can't walk straight For running my big mouth, out with the boys Til the early morning, party, and the problem awaits We all in that I don't really know hell One of us is a total mess Must be you, I can't take the fault Cause I'm too damn proud to just hold my breath I speak up when I feel down I feel down when I speak up Neither one of us got a grip on sh*t Or maybe that grip is just too damn tough Confusing the heart is true I know but the girl needs faults I'm good as an artist, true I know how to just talk, thoughts The point of it all is lost It's all a joke, I thought I'm blowing smoke, exhaust That's not a COVID cough f**k it all, it's just bottoms up Ashtray full of marble butts Must be tripping, where the Kluts? Whatchu sipping? What the f**k In the dog house where I live bro Oh you too? Bump the elbows Too bricks holding up a gold post Kicked out, she kicked a field goal Damn, got me, homie And now I'm in the dog house And I be out till the morning sipping whiskey till I can't walk straight For running my big mouth, out with the boys Til the early morning, party, and the problem awaits We all in that dog house And I be out till the morning sipping whiskey till I can't walk straight For running my big mouth, out with the boys Til the early morning, party, and the problem awaits We all in that, dog house Oh, you too? Pshh, I already know (Big Mouth) Here you go homie That's on me (Dog House) Matter of fact Hey, bartender (Big Mouth) Let's get a round of Creekwater over here
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