Hell with her
She was crazy anyway
Rub some dirt
And some whiskey on the pain
Man up
Man up

Just block her number
Forget y'all ever had a thing
You won't love her, if you buy some other girl a drink
"Man up". That's what they say
but that's easy to say when they ain't the man up

At 3 in the morning
Sitting 'round wondering
If you're keeping some other man up
With the kisses I'm missing burning down
Sending a prayer to the man upstairs
If He's there
I could really use some help
Hell, baby, you can really mess a man up
Really mess a man up

You're my ex, girl, but I can't call you that
Not yet
No. I'm still hung up on the past
Your hand in my hand
Move on, I still can't
I still feel like your man
and not the man up

At 3 in the morning
Sitting 'round wondering
If you're keeping some other man up
With the kisses I'm missing burning down
Sending a prayer to the man upstairs
If He's there
I could really use some help
Hell, baby, you can really mess a man up
Really mess a man up
You really mess a man up
Mess a man up

Aw. Take it on the chin
It's just a broken heart
I'd take it like a man, but—damn!—it's hard
To map up

At 3 in the morning
Sitting 'round wondering
If you're keeping some other man up
With the kisses I'm missing burning down
Sending a prayer to the man upstairs
If He's there
I could really use some help
Hell, baby, you can really mess a man up
Really mess a man up
Yeah. Could really mess a man up, up, up
Mess a man up
You really mess a man up