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All my earrings in your Bronco Do you want your sweatshirt back? My mom got some bad news about her heart No one else knows about all that I checked out a new bar downtown And the drinks went to my head I tried to call my sister and my finger slipped I clicked on your name instead I got a million of 'em, ain't close to runnin' out Just thought me up another And if I need the sound Of your voice on the phone then I'll use it Don't you know, I'm full of excuses? I ain't proud of it, but what you gonna do? My mind's on overdrive tryna not let go of you I know damn well that I shouldn't do it I tell myself, but I'll tell ya it's useless I'm full of excuses Whoa Heard Kenny playin' at the mapco While I was toppin' off '89 Found that photo-booth picture in the console Letras de cancionesDamn it if that ain't a sign Yeah, I know that we ended But I don't think we meant it Just right thing Wrong time I got a million of 'em, ain't close to runnin' out Just thought me up another And if I need the sound Of your voice on the phone then I'll use it Don't you know, I'm full of excuses? I ain't proud of it, but what you gonna do? My mind's on overdrive tryna not let go of you I know damn well that I shouldn't do it I tell myself, but I'll tell ya it's useless I'm full of excuses I'm full of excuses Oh, yeah Whoa I got a million of 'em, ain't close to runnin' out Just thought me up another And if I need the sound Of your voice on the phone then I'll use it Don't you know, I'm full of excuses? I ain't proud of it, but what you gonna do? My mind's on overdrive tryna not let go of you I know damn well that I shouldn't do it I tell myself, but I'll tell ya it's useless I'm full of excuses I'm full of excuses Oh, yeah Whoa I'll tell ya it's useless I'm full of excuses From Letras Mania