I'm runnin' out of faith
Be careful who you tell.
I'm runnin' out of faith
Be careful who you tell.
Whoa,
Whoa
She's blackenin' my name
My army never came
It's water under the bridge
Be careful who you tell.
Whoa
'Cause you gotta look her in the eye,
And you gotta love your way of life.
'Cause you got a guilty filthy soul
Don't you know it's out of your control?
Whoa
She's blackenin' my name
I know you feel the same.
It's water under the bridge
Be careful who you tell.
Whoa
Whoa
Stop squeezin' on my neck,
Your unemployment Check.
It's water under the bridge
Be careful who you tell.
Whoa
'Cause you gotta look her in the eye,
And you gotta love your way of life.
'Cause you got a guilty filthy soul
Don't you know it's out of your control?
Whoa
Whoa!
(Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!)
Whoa!
(Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!)
Whoa!
(Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!)
Whoa!
(Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!)
Waiting on a blood line
You can find some free time
Look at who you're hating
Now we're celebrating
Waiting on a bloodline
You can find some free time
Waiting on a bloodline
Waiting on a bloodline
Waiting on a bloodline
She's
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Blackening my name
Be careful who you tell!
Whoa!
'Cause you gotta look her in the eye,
And you gotta love your way of life.
'Cause you got a guilty filthy soul
Don't you know it's out of your control?
Whoa
Whoa
Writer(s): Aaron R. Bruno, Jimmy Messer
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