Lambs from Brotherhood by The Crease Rule

I think its time to apologize
Cause i was making eyes for the wrong damn reasons
Cause every time i fall apart my motives are all wrong

Word on the street was that you drank the boys under the table
I figured i’d have a taste of that

Ignore the last last few words i said
Pass the bottle over that way

Lambs rum
Two bucks cheaper
Lambs rum
Sorry girl i’m not the one lambs rum
Window feature
Lambs rum
Sorry girl i’m just a drinker

I could say what i need
To make you feel so pretty but
But Ill surely mix it up with a couple jokes
And a you know what

And i’ll pour another one cause i’m still awkward
It just hasn’t felt right
It just doesn’t feel right

Ignore the next words i say
Pass the bottle to the left babe

You fill me up with all the cheap stuff
I still don’t love you anymore

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