Your dad got you a mustang
And I don't mean a horse
You think a hard day in the sun is 18 on the course
You bought pearl snaps and a Stetson
After watching Yellowstone
But your collar can't be blue if it smells like rich cologne
If someone's gonna knock you off your high horse
I guess I'll be the one
Oh, you say you want a shootout, but you've got a wooden gun
Rolled outta your Range Rover
Smoking Cali tumble weed
Tags tucked in to your Tecovas
You trust fund cowboy baby
The only dust on your boots is the stardust you spill
You blowing through family money with rolled up dollar bills
Think you're so Wild West cause you're a fan of Eastwood
But that's like only knowing Landslide
And saying you love Fleetwood
If someone's gonna knock you off your high horse
I guess I'll be the one
Oh, you say you want a shootout but you've got a wooden gun
Rolled outta your Range Rover
Smoking Cali tumble weed
Tags tucked in to your Tecovas
You trust fund cowboy baby
Only a fool would fall for your bad actin'
Your silver tongue can't cover up that corny fake ass accen
If someone gonna knock you off your high horse
I guess I'll be the one
Oh, you say you want a shootout, but you've got a wooden gun
Rolled outta your Range Rover
Smoking Cali tumble weed
Tags tucked in to your Tecovas
You trust fund cowboy baby
Oooh
You trust fund cowboy baby
Oh, you no good knockoff
Trust fund cowboy baby