Shitty Talkin - Rio Da Yung Og & RMC Mike

I'm a shitty golfer, you can ask my wife I've been out there hacking every day of my life I got the shorts and all the plaid sweaters And new taylormade driver didn't make me any better Man, I hit 'em fast and I hit 'em thin I roll 'em in the bunker's man, I hit 'em again Slice 'em in the bushes, crank 'em in a creek I popped that sucker up and hooked it out in the street Yeah, I'm two 45 right down the middle And I'll miss the green, to the left just a little Chili dip a wedge, and put it all together Hit that son of a bitch right up there in the leather If you call that good, and let me press on the side You can put me down for a fight Hey, I'm a shitty golfer, most of us are But we carry our clubs in the back of our cars What else you gonna do? When you're out of town And you need to waste a whole day and shoot another round Man, I played Augusta, and I played Pebble Beach And one time at Sawgrass I shot 83 If I live long enough to be 88 I think I'll celebrate it by shooting my age Yeah, I'm two 45 right down the middle And I'll miss the green, to the left just a little Chili dip a wedge, and put it all together Hit that son of a bitch right up there in the leather And if you call that good, and let me press on the side You can put me down for a fight, oh yeah You can put me down for a fight

I should feel bad, I shouldn't feel better 'Cause breakups are sad, and I'm scared to be alone I'm feeling insane 'cause I'm feeling happy Never seeing your face again I'm better on my own Just when you've had enough When it's finally too much Pack your memories and leave them We don't have to wait For people to change in shitty places We don't have to stay With people, we hate with pretty faces You think that you're safe, but you know you're in danger So you choose to stay, 'cause what you know is comfortable You don't trust yourself and put your faith in a stranger I've been there myself, and yeah, you're better on your own Just when you've had enough When it's finally too much Pack your memories and leave them We don't have to wait For people to change in shitty places We don't have to stay With people, we hate with pretty faces Love somebody who can hold your head Love somebody you can love again Love somebody who can hold your head Love somebody you can love again Love somebody who can hold your head Love somebody you can love again Love somebody who can hold your head Love somebody you can love again We don't have to wait For people to change in shitty places We don't have to stay With people, we hate with pretty faces Woah, shitty places Woah, shitty places Woah, shitty places