The Flight: Lincoln To Minneapolis
No joke took a breath and then awokeI was standing in an airport looking like a jokeSaying "Sir, can you help me?""Ma'am could you please?"So they led me to the pay phoneFlaggin' down the police"Mr. Officer I know who I amBut the rest of me, my memoryI just don't understandI do know that I'm unsafeMan with a plan of gettin' on a planeFly away to kill a man"Like a freight train threat to myselfI gotta history of blackoutsBad mental health, soBoth cops each arm alarmNo harm disarmPat down do the body checkNext thing I was walking on the airfieldBack seat I was headed to the hospitalI’m sorry for the drama that I bringThrough the screen he said"Son you did the right thing"
[Chorus:]Please help me understandWhy you can't talk man to manBut you can stand with your dick in your handYou're acting like a pussy, manPlease help me understandWhy you can't talk man to manBut you can stand with your dick in your handYou're acting like a pussy, man
I was faithful to the wifeyNow we separatedUsed to try to win her backI underestimatedLike a stone sinks down into the complicated factThat you gave that ass up and never fucking dated
See you're better than thatYou're a diamondHe's a rough, real tough, manCall a brother backJust a pussy with a dickStand up and be a fucking manHiding from the husbandScared to make a peep andLivin' up in LincolnNow I'm in the deep endThink I'm gonna break inSmash your fucking face inCut you up with lemon juiceAnd watch you try to fuck then
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Is that beat up?Is that beat up yet?(Please help me understand)(Why you can't talk man to man)Is that beat up?Is that beat up yet?
I wish that I were man enoughTo turn my back and leaveTo forget all the tricks you pullAnd hide them in my sleeveI know what's best for table playI know what's best for meI know this life is way too short to let you kill a dreamI know you're capable to only love me when I’m thereI know it's hell to keep the peaceInside your heart and headBut I'm always goneAnd what you're left with is my songYou're sick of listening to anythingTurn me off instead
You used to call me cool, believed in what I'd sayNever seen me as a failure or a mother fucking fakeBut over time we changed into this little ball of hateWe shared a bedroomBut the bedroom had a bed we never made, soI'm done with holding this inI'm done with being a friendI'd like it all to just end like brand new ink on a penNo one can stop meTry to stop meJust try to stop me
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