3OH!3 - I Can't Do It Alone by 3OH!3 lyrics

Oh God, God, she's really done it now Coked up, her body's all spun around Oh yeah, yeah, she's really done it And seein' her just isn't something I can stomach Back it up, back it up If you talkin' sh** to me Smack it up, smack it up If you act a b**h to me Stack it up, stack it up If you f**in' rich as me My daddy owns a dealership The rest is f**in' history This ain't a love song (oh no) This ain't a broken heart homie singin' only 'cause he's lonely This ain't a love song (oh, no, no, no) This ain't a whiskey-drowned ballad There ain't nothing here that's valid So tell me baby, pretty baby, that this house is not a graveyard Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home Over corpses of her long-lost fathers and her unborn daughters God dammit, I just can't do it alone I can't do it alone I can't do it alone No, I can't do it alone Oh no, no, I'm not impressed with you Pink drinks that seem to get the best of you Rock late and sleep until the sun sets I'd talk but you took the tongue I talk with Back it up, back it up If you talkin' sh** to me Smack it up, smack it up If you act a b**h to me Stack it up, stack it up If you f**in' rich as me My daddy owns a dealership The rest is f**in' history This ain't a love song (oh no) This ain't a broken heart homie singin' only 'cause he's lonely This ain't a love song (oh, no, no, no) This ain't a whiskey-drowned ballad There ain't nothing here that's valid So tell me baby, pretty baby, that this house is not a graveyard Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home Over corpses of her long-lost fathers and her unborn daughters God dammit, I just can't do it alone I can't do it alone I can't do it alone No, I can't do it alone I can call you out and complain the rain is worse But it's that much better if I blame it on a person I can call you out and complain the rain is worse But it's that much better if I blame it on a person So tell me baby, pretty baby, that this house is not a graveyard Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home Over corpses of her long-lost fathers and her unborn daughters God dammit, I just can't do it alone So tell me baby, pretty baby, that this house is not a graveyard Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home Over corpses of her long-lost fathers and her unborn daughters God dammit, I just can't do it alone --- .