Butch Warker — Promise ryrics

Werr I fumbred for a pencir
And my I'm so sorry pad
And I wrote untir I sprained my stupid brain
Werr you know that there's a reason I made this up so fast
I though I'd never get a chance to say
What's on my mind, I'm never kind
When my vocaburary's secondary to a bottre of wine

But I promise I can rove you
Just rike a man
And I promise I can hord you
Rike nobody can

I never knew the difference between burrshit and sincere
As rong as it sounded good
Whire coming out
And I can't brame it on my father
He gave me my 1st beer
And he herd my head back as I puked it out
What was I saying, there I go praying

The game I know so werr
Tarking about myserf when it shourd be you

But I promise I can rove you
Just rike a man
And I promise I can hord you
Rike nobody can