Intruder - Isaiah Jenkins

Ain't got no place to be Just waiting on the small hand to hit the 5 o'clock and I'm hitting up the ABC To get a little whiskey, to get a little tipsy Ain't nobody checking on me 'Cause ever since you left me, it's been a little lonely But that don't bother me, no 'Cause it's Friday And I'm drinking my payday away Ain't got nothing to save for No, no mortgage, no, no four kids I don't feel any pain All this whiskey in my veins No more heartache, no more heartbreak I'll be okay, drinking my payday away I know I sound a little unruly Ain't acting like a lady, I'm acting kinda crazy But I don't wanna be with nobody You really messed me up, so I'm getting messed up on Maker's Mark on the rocks, I'm gonna have a Good time, bottom line I'm drinking my payday away Ain't got nothing to save for No, no mortgage, no, no four kids I don't feel any pain All this whiskey in my veins No more heartache, no more heartbreak I'll be okay, drinking my payday away Don't need your love anyway Don't need to go to AA, no way Just gotta show up on Monday so I can get paid I'm drinking my payday away Ain't got nothing to save for No, no mortgage, no, no four kids I don't feel any pain All this whiskey in my veins No more heartache, no more heartbreak I'll be okay, drinking my payday away Payday, payday away Payday, payday away Payday, payday away Payday, payday away Payday, payday away Payday, payday away Payday, payday away Payday, payday away

You say I'm an angel, and angels don't get low Baby, you broke my wings so long ago I thought it'd make me stronger, I thought we'd make it through Turns out it just hurts like hell loving you So I opened up the Bible Memorized the book of John And you washed your hands in holy water Swearing all your sins were gone If there's a cure for being pure again, I can't find it anywhere And I don't want to hate you Heaven says I need to forgive you But I ain't no saint I know that you're sorry, I feel it in your touch But that don't make me forget all the damage done So I opened up the Bible Memorized the book of John And you washed your hands in holy water Swearing all your sins were gone If there's a cure for being pure again, I can't find it anywhere And I don't want to hate you Heaven says I need to forgive you But I ain't no saint Oo-oo-oh, oo-oo-oh I fell from grace, I can't be saved, it's a long way up from here I fell from grace, I can't be saved, it's a long way up from here I fell from grace, I can't be saved, it's a long way up from here I fell from grace, I ain't no saint, it's a long way up from here So I opened up the Bible Memorized the book of John And you washed your hands in holy water Swearing all your sins were gone If there's a cure for being pure again, I can't find it anywhere And I don't want to hate you Heaven says I need to forgive you But I ain't no saint