Still Ain't Sick Of Fucking You

(álbum: WW III - 2018)

I don't know what's happening here
Cuz I ain't even had a beer
But oh, you sure look pretty
It's nice to have a reason to smile
Cuz we've been hanging for a little while
And oh, things still ain't shitty

Call it crazy, call it love
Somehow I still ain't fucked it up
It's a scary thought to think I might
Have just one pussy for the rest of my life

Now I just don't know what to do
Cuz I still ain't sick of fucking you

Words spreading all over town
That Wheeler's done messing around
And done with running
And all my friends love talking that shit
All saying that I'm pussy whipped
But I, I say fuck 'em

Call it crazy, call it love
Somehow I still ain't fucked it up
It's a scary thought to think I might
Have just one pussy for the rest of my life

Now I just don't know what to do
Cuz I still ain't sick of fucking you

I'm a brand new man getting on my knees
Praying that you ain't sick of fucking me
Of fucking me

Call it crazy, call it love
Somehow I still ain't fucked it up
It's a scary thought to think I might
Have just one pussy for the rest of my life

Now I just don't know what to do
Cuz I still ain't sick of fucking you

Still ain't sick of fucking you
Still ain't sick of fucking you
Still ain't sick of fucking you
Still ain't sick of fucking you
Still ain't sick of fucking you
Still ain't sick of fucking you
Still ain't sick of fucking you
Still ain't sick of fucking you