"Love You Too" lyrics

"Love You Too"

I'm a stubborn son of a
Take shit from none of ya
Far from the run of the mill
I'm a record breaking
Good mistake and hard to take, but still

Whiskey you can't put back in the bottle
80 grit pill, too hard to swallow
Cinder block, foot stuck on the throttle
A little more lead, less follow

That's just me
If that ain't you
Don't let that swingin' door hit you when you walk back through
I got all kinds of time
And I got all kinds of room
But I ain't got time to mind what the haters do
Hate on me
Love you too
Love you too

I've had hard knocks
Been down on the rocks
Yeah, hell, I've even thrown a few

Enough stones and sticks
Your skin gets thick
And I'm bullshit bulletproof, yeah

That's just me
If that ain't you
Don't let that swingin' door hit you when you walk back through
I got all kinds of time
And I got all kinds of room
But I ain't got time to mind what the haters do
Hate on me
Love you too

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

That's just me
If that ain't you
Don't let that swingin' door hit you when you walk back through
I got all kinds of time
And I got all kinds of room
But I ain't got time to mind what the haters do
Hate on me
Love you too
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Love you too
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh


Writer(s): Thomas Osborne, Jesse Frasure, John Osborne, Jessie Jo Dillon
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