"Whiskey (It Fucks Me Up)" lyrics
"Whiskey (It Fucks Me Up)"
That woman of mine knows I'm subject to change
From the hell raisin' outlaw blood in my veins
I go out at night raise hell with my friends
I'll make love to her if she lets me in
She'll fuck me real good but whiskey it fucks me up
I can't find my keys but that's ok I lost my truck
I'll make it home if I have any luck
She'll fuck me real good but whiskey it fucks me up
She's a good hearted woman I'm a good timin' man
She never complains 'bout the weed and the band
She never goes to my show she knows I'll be home
Horny as hell and we'll get it on
She'll fuck me real good but whiskey it fucks me up
I can't find my keys but that's ok I lost my truck
I'll make it home if I have any luck
She'll fuck me real good but whiskey it fucks me up
She never goes to my show says she knows I'll be home
Horny as hell and we'll get it on
Then in the morning we'll go find my truck
Where it is?
She'll fuck me real good but whiskey it fucks me up
Yeah she'll fuck me real good but whiskey
That shit fucks me up
Writer(s): Christopher Fisher
- AZLyrics
- C
- Creed Fisher Lyrics
album:
"The Wild Ones" (2020)
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