Whiskey — Guttermouth

Do you know what i want No i don't think you know what i want yea Gotta think of me When i think about us i think about everything

Give it back your out of time I've got a reason what was my crime I'm not a puppet Don't pull my string I start thinkin then i'm drinkin Gotta get away from everything yea

No not tonight...

Here we go again You haven't got a clue you never comprehend yea Playing games with my head I think about me i think about na na nothing

Now you know I'm sick of you and i really ain't got nothing else to do yea Have a drink with my friends Now i see your face and i couldn't give a damn