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Hey man would you mind if I ruined your life tonight
Would you mind if I ruined your life tonight
I know you're not supposed to say bad things about the mother of your children
But that bitch, that hag makes me feel like killing

I'm gonna turn my guns around
I'm not the deadest man in town

Well I'm sick of being your credit card
You know you make it really, really hard
I do as good as I can every day
Get on my ass, earn every way
True love ain't about getting yelled at on weekend
Love ain't about getting yelled at on weekend