Well my woman
She showed up
With your number
On her hand
Well I thought
That I might call you up
So we could deal
With this man to man
You better tell me
The truth son, yeah
Well he showed up down
At the ballroom
Walking slow
And acting strong
Well I said my friend
I'll give you
One last chance
To admit that you
Done me wrong
You better tell me
The truth son, yeah
You better tell me
The truth son, yeah
Now they got me
Here in the county
With his blood
Still on my face
Well the boys in blue
They don't play no game
All the sheriff
Said to me was this
You better tell me
The truth, son
I'ma beat
It out of you
You better tell me
The truth, son
I'ma beat
It out of you
Now they got me here
In the lockdown
For a crime
I did commit
Well for my last call
I called the number
On my girl's hand
To remind you
Not to forget
You should'a told me
The truth, son
Make me beat
It out of you
You should'a told me
The truth, son
Make me beat
It out of you
You should'a tole me
The truth, son
Oh
Make me beat it
Outta you
Make me beat it
Outta you
Make me beat it
Make me beat it
Make me beat it
Make me beat it
Out of you
compositores: Yong Hwa Jung, Sang Ho Lee, Miwa, Seung Hoon Han
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