I'm in a battle against myself right now
Paper hearts in the glove box of my F-150 (F-150)
And I might just take one out and light it up
And throw it out the window
Because I'm tipsy
Yeah, chrome hearts in the Carhartt, yeah, yeah
Push it twice and the car stars, yeah, yeah
Up late shootin' dark stars, yeah, yeah
You get the point like a dart board, yeah, yeah
Oh, bad b- with a little twang
I'm the Kidd, I'ma let it hang
Six string, I'ma let it bang
Wrist wet and it ain't rain
When I skrrt down the back road, can't help but slide
And I'm all messed up and that's why I keep
Paper hearts in the glove box of my F-150 (F-150)
And I might just take one out and light it up
And throw it out the window
Because I'm tipsy
I've been on the road
Ain't got time to hang no more
Money ain't a thing, buy a plane, let's go
Girls blowin' up my phone
They just wanna know when I'm gonna do a show
I don't know, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
They be lovin' Dirt Road, oh, oh, oh
Blamin' bottles of Patron
Momma get mad 'cause I didn't come home
Let's go, oh, oh
When I skrrt down the back road, can't help but slide
And I'm all messed up and that's why I keep
Paper hearts in the glove box of my F-150 (F-150)
And I might just take one out and light it up
And throw it out the window
Because I'm tipsy
(That's why I keep)
Paper hearts in the glove box of my F-150 (F-150)
And I might just take one out and light it up
And throw it out the window
Because I'm tipsy (I'm tipsy)
Paper hearts, paper hearts
Paper hearts in the F-150 (F-150)
Paper hearts, paper hearts
Paper hearts in the F-150
Paper hearts, paper hearts
Paper hearts in the F-150