5 years clean now he's drinking beer

He's got a Cuban in his mouth and taste for fear

He said

Baby, where we heading tonight

Down to the alleys gonna get me a strike

You hit my 710 split

And then I go split your lip

I'm like a pin on the edge and you just missed

Gutterball

Five beers down now the whiskey is flowing

He's got the powder on the table his fists are throwing

He said

Lady, were you sleeping tonight

Boyfriend overheard, and now he started a fight

You hit my 710 split

And then I go split your lip

I'm like a pin on the edge and you just missed

Gutterball

He's like a pin on the edge

Its like a blow to the head

Hit a strike now left for dead

Need to pick myself up go get the keys to my truck guess I'm just shit out of luck

You hit my 710 split.

And then I go split your lip

I'm like a pin on the edge and you just missed

Need to pick myself up go get the keys to my truck guess I'm just shit out of luck

Gutterball