$500 Fine Lyrics by Dominic Fike
I get the feeling that I, I, I (I, I, I)
I could’ve made it work I, I, I, I (I, I, I)
If I didn’t *** it up the first time, or the third time
If I paid attention to your work hours
And was there for your worst hours
If I didn’t–
*** it up, ten times out of ten she took the fall
We took the long way down, hit the– What’s it called?
All childish things aside, I’m stuck here feelin’ like
I get the feeling that I, I, I (I, I, I)
I could’ve made it work I, I, I, I (I, I, I)
If I didn’t *** it up the first time
First things first, I’m just lookin’ out for my first child
Worst comes worst, I’ll make it up on a holiday
Next December and text you actin’ like I just remembered (Oh)
Nine times out of the ten times we spent on, oh (Oh)
I was walkin’ on eggshells, oh (Oh)
I was poppin’ out tricks alone (Oh)
Trying to lead the women in the drugs alone, alone
I get the feeling that I, I, I (I, I, I)
I could’ve made it work I, I, I, I (I, I, I)
I get the feeling that I, I, I (I, I, I) (Oh, oh)
I could’ve made it work I, I, I, I (I, I, I) (Oh, oh)