Sinkin' - Briston Maroney

All that she needed

Was one good reason

And you couldn’t find it

Left her standing

So damn demanding

With hands in your pockets

Took all the money

Never found it funny

Moved back with your parents

Blamed all the feelings

You can’t conceal

On emotional violence

But some things are out of your hands

Looks like Indiana

Packed up her bags

And went out and got it

Took her clothes from the closet

Safety deposit wasn’t an option

Caught up to beauty

Always saw through me

And knew what she wanted

Product of passion

Foretold the fashion

And lived out of order

But some things are out of your hands

In the dead of the night

When I laid by your side

Victory, death, and pride

Couldn’t lie if I tried

Do you know what it takes?

To be something that breaks at the spark of a flame

I got no one to blame

Do you know what it takes?

Do I have what it takes?

Do you know what it takes?

'Cause I have what it takes

Mama had a baby

Drove her crazy

Pushed her to drinkin'

Daddy wore a collar

Spent the last dollar

That ship was sinkin'

Oh, you talk about the money

Baby, not about the money

Baby, not about the money, baby

Told the cover

You don’t need another

What the fuck were you thinking?

Baby, some things are out of your hands