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Get On With Yourself

AMERICAN ROCK SOCIETY
Words by Adam Cochran, Music by Jim Hall and Marcus O'Daniel

Speaking of the devil she came up and reveled in it
Got sentimental on me then drunken tears the shit was funny
Trying to impress me with her new male property
A trophy, and redneck, a classy motherf$#@!%
Slowly I felt my hand rise up me side in compromise
But my jealousy declines when this maxim hit my mind
Get on with Yourself my girl wasnt there for me in the end
I need my friends, my brothers and a fifth of Jim
Get on with yourself I wanna drink til I can barely stand

Thinking of the devil she called me a meddled in it
Got superficial on me, disregarding her discarding
Distressing me with her bump and go philosophy
I love you but I like him, that classy motherf$#@!%
Quickly ending phony convo I was searching for kind
Of good company and a liquid that relaxes me.