$500 Fine

I get the feeling that I, I, I I could have made it work out, out, out 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 could have made it work out, out, out 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 Nine times out of the ten times, we spent time, uh I was walkin' on eggshells, uh I was poppin' Naltrexone Tryna leave the woman and the drugs alone (alone) I get the feeling that I, I, I I could have made it work out, out, out I get the feeling that I, I, I I could have made it work out, out, out