"Man Up" lyrics

Hell with her
She was crazy anyway
Rub some dirt
And some whiskey on the pain
Man up
Man up

Just block her number
Forget y'all ever had a thing
You won't love her, if you buy some other girl a drink
"Man up". That's what they say, but that's easy to say when they ain't the man up

At 3 in the morning
Sitting 'round wondering
If you're keeping some other man up
With the kisses I'm missing burning down
Sending a prayer to the man upstairs
If He's there
I could really use some help
Hell, baby, you can really mess a man up
Really mess a man up

You're my ex, girl, but I can't call you that
Not yet
No. I'm still hung up on the past
Your hand in my hand
Move on, I still can't
I still feel like your man and not the man up

At 3 in the morning
Sitting 'round wondering
If you're keeping some other man up
With the kisses I'm missing burning down
Sending a prayer to the man upstairs
If He's there
I could really use some help
Hell, baby, you can really mess a man up
Really mess a man up
You really mess a man up
Mess a man up

Aw. Take it on the chin
It's just a broken heart
I'd take it like a man, but—damn!—it's hard
To map up

At 3 in the morning
Sitting 'round wondering
If you're keeping some other man up
With the kisses I'm missing burning down
Sending a prayer to the man upstairs
If He's there
I could really use some help
Hell, baby, you can really mess a man up
Really mess a man up
Yeah. Could really mess a man up, up, up
Mess a man up
You really mess a man up