Testo Dog House - Yelawolf
Testo della canzone Dog House (Yelawolf), tratta dall'album Mud Mouth
Yeah, hold up
Ah
Hehe
Yeah
Really though, Catfish, really though
Yeah
Walking around
Pacing back, and forth 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 someday
Bitch you lied, bitch you lied, bitch you lied, bitch you lied
Every time
And now I'm in the dog house
And I'll be out till the morning sippin' whiskey till I can't walk straight
For running my big mouth, out with the boys
Till the early morning, partying the problem away
We all in that dog house
And I'll be out till the morning sippin' whiskey till I can't walk straight
For running my big mouth, out with the boys
Till the early morning, partying the problem away
We all in that
I get drunk
Hung my head, at the bar
Where was you?
Baby please, pick up my call
I'm just me
Rowdy boys, never change
Should've known
When you said, we'd be okay
But bitch you lied, bitch you lied, bitch you lied, bitch you lied
Every time
And now I'm in the dog house
And I'll be out till the morning sippin' whiskey till I can't walk straight
For running my big mouth, out with the boys
Till the early morning, partying the problem away
We all in that dog house
And I'll be out till the morning sippin' whiskey till I can't walk straight
For running my big mouth, out with the boys
Till the early morning, partying the problem away
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 shit
Or maybe that grip's just too damn tough
Confusing the heart is true
I know what 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
Fuck it all, it's just bottoms up
Ashtray full of Marlboro butts
Must be tripping, what a Klutz
Whatchu sipping? What the fuck
In the dog house where I live bro
Oh, you too? Bump the elbows
Two 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'll be out till the morning sippin' whiskey till I can't walk straight
For running my big mouth, out with the boys
Till the early morning, partying the problem away
We all in that dog house
And I'll be out till the morning sippin' whiskey till I can't walk straight
For running my big mouth, out with the boys
Till the early morning, partying the problem away
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
Credits
Writer(s): James Scheffer, Michael Atha, Michael Hartnett, Peter Pisarczyk
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