Icantdoitalone – Song and Lyrics by 3OH!3

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Icantdoitalone’ by 3OH!3. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 3OH!3 or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

Oh God, God, she’s really done it now,
Coked up, her body’s all spun around,
Oh yeah, yeah, she’s really done it,
And seein’ her just isn’t something I can stomach,

Back it up, back it up,
If you talkin’ shit to me,
Smack it up, smack it up,
If you act a bitch to me,
Stack it up, stack it up,
If you fuckin’ rich as me,
My daddy owns a dealership,
The rest is fuckin’ history

[Chorus]
This ain’t a love song (oh no),
This ain’t a broken heart homie singin’ only ’cause he’s lonely,
This ain’t a love song (oh, no, no, no),
This ain’t a whiskey-drowned ballad,
There ain’t nothing here that’s valid,
So tell me baby, pretty baby, that this house is not a graveyard,
Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home,
Over corpses of her long-lost fathers and her unborn daughters,
God dammit, I just can’t do it alone
I can’t do it alone,
I can’t do it alone,
No, I can’t do it alone

Oh no, no, I’m not impressed with you,
Pink drinks that seem to get the best of you,
Rock late and sleep until the sun sets,
I’d talk but you took the tongue I talk with

Back it up, back it up,
If you talkin’ shit to me,
Smack it up, smack it up,
If you act a bitch to me,
Stack it up, stack it up,
If you fuckin’ rich as me,
My daddy owns a dealership,
The rest is fuckin’ history

[Chorus]

I can call you out and complain the rain is worse,
But it’s that much better if I did it in person,
I can call you out and complain the rain is worse,
But it’s that much better if I did it in person

So tell me baby, pretty baby, that this house is not a graveyard,
Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home,
Over corpses of her long-lost fathers and her unborn daughters,
God dammit, I just can’t do it alone
So tell me baby, pretty baby, that this house is not a graveyard,
Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home,
Over corpses of her long-lost fathers and her unborn daughters,
God dammit, I just can’t do it alone