Lyrics

Can’t tell my future, sure can’t tell my past
Can’t tell my future, sure can’t tell my past
Well it seems like every minute, sure gonna be my last

Minutes seem like hours, hours seem like days
Minutes seem like hours, hours seem like days
Well it seems like my man oughtta, stop his low down ways

Well it seems like my man oughtta, stop his low down ways
Said you, see that picture, up on your momma’s shelf
Well you know by that I’m tired of, sleepin’ by myself

I got a man he’s, six feet from the ground
Yes I’ve, got a man he’s, six feet from the ground
You know he could kill a man, and he ain’t no hand-me-down

Can’t tell my future, sure can’t tell my past
I can’t tell my future, sure can’t tell my past
Well it seems like every minute, sure gonna be my last
Be my last
Be my last
Gonna be my last
Woooooo, oooooo
Be my last