$500 Fine

I get the feeling that I, I, I (I, I, I)
I could′ve made it work I, I, I, I (I, I, I)

If I didn’t fuck it up the first time, or the third time
If I paid attention to your work hours
And was there for your worst hours
If I didn′t
Fuck it up, ten times out of ten she took the fall
We took the long way down, hit the
What’s it called?
All childish things aside, I’m stuck here feelin′ like

I get the feeling that I, I, I (I, I, I)
I could′ve made it work I, I, I, I (I, I, I)

If I didn’t fuck it up the first time
First things first, I′m just lookin’ out for my first child
Worst comes worst, I′ll make it up on a holiday
Next December and text you actin’ like I just remembered (oh-oh)
Nine times out of the ten times we spent on, oh (oh)
I was walkin′ on eggshells, oh (oh)
I was poppin’ Naltrexone (oh)
Tryna leave the women in the drugs alone (oh-oh)

I get the feeling that I, I, I (I, I, I)
I could’ve made it work I, I, I, I (I, I, I)
I get the feeling that I, I, I (I, I, I) (oh, oh)
I could′ve made it work I, I, I, I (I, I, I) (oh, oh)