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• Artiste: Jordan Davis
• Titre: Memory Don't Mess Around
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I gotta hand it to you You're hard to handle Stole every bit of my moving on like a vandal Left me in rough shape Busted-up, black and blue, waiting on the hands of time To do what they're supposed to do 'cause Girl, what you left 'round here's beating me up Woulda thought by now you'da had enough, but here you come Throwing them haymakers left and right Won't you show a little bit of mercy on this heart of mine? I made this bed you ain't sleeping in I close my eyes, you come creeping in I'm on the ropes, throwing in the towel Tryna forget you but baby, I keep on finding out Your memory sure don't mess around Your memory sure don't mess around Yeah, girl, I'll shoot you straight I've poured some bourbon on it If it was a sunrise, hell, I'd just pull the curtains on it I could say it's easy but that'd just make me a liar Stomping out your flame is more like putting out a wildfire Girl, what you left 'round here's beating me up Woulda thought by now you'da had enough, but here you come Throwing them haymakers left and right Won't you show a little bit of mercy on this heart of mine? I made this bed you ain't sleeping in I close my eyes, you come creeping in I'm on the ropes, throwing in the towel Tryna forget you but baby, I keep on finding out Your memory sure don't mess around Your memory sure don't mess around Thought it was just a phase That I was going through I guess I underestimated getting over you 'cause Girl, what you left 'round here's beating me up Woulda thought by now you'da had enough, but here you come Throwing them haymakers left and right Won't you show a little bit of mercy on this heart of mine? I made this bed you ain't sleeping in I close my eyes, you come creeping in I'm on the ropes, throwing in the towel Tryna forget you but baby, I keep on finding out Your memory sure don't mess around Your memory sure don't mess around