I fall to pieces
Each time I see you there
And I miss all our secrets
So tell me how you been
Lucchese, see the boots
(check)
You can hear when I step
(step)
Bought a Chevy and painted it red
Money long, it can′t fit in the bed
It don't matter what nobody says
Country boy ′til the day that I'm dead
(yee-hoo)
You want smoke, I'm the Marlboro man
Cut it out ′fore it get outta hand, ayy
This ain′t Calabasas, we don't need highways
We can take back roads
(take back roads)
Never been ridin′, baby? Step in thar stirrup
Hop on my saddle
(hop on my saddle)
Snake on my feet, they rattle
(ooh)
And the bag only thing gettin' lasso′d, yeah
(gettin' what?)
And I′m still goin' up like a ladder
(uh)
And I'm still in the field like cattle
The Cadillac back on the road, we takin′ route 44
Just say what you need from the store, oh, oh
Put some grits on the stove
Jiffy cornbread, booty corn fed
Body rolls at the rodeo
I′m comin' home, ooh
Ridin′ through just to put my eyes on you
You are the superstar
Everybody's drivin′ old new cars
Turn a bad night to a good time
On the trail ride to the zydeco
I'm comin′ home
I'm comin' home
(I′m comin′ home, I'm comin′ home)
I'm comin′ home
(I'm comin′ home, I'm comin' home)
We′ve come a long way from the rough ride
From the railroads to the rodeos, sweet country home
This for my, this for my
She gone
Ride for your cowboy
And throw that sweet honey on it
So come
(so come) with me
(with me)
To new life
(stick it, stick it, stick it)
You′re stuck
(stuck) to me
(to me)
All night
(stick it, stick it, stick it)
Put a flower inside
(flower inside)
Stuck in me all night
(stuck in me all night)
Honey
(we're), hey
(ridin′)
Hey
(through the), ooh
(night)
Honey
(we're), yeah
(ridin′)
Yeah
(through the), taste like
(night)
Honey
(we're), ayy
(ridin′)
Oh
(through the), taste like
(night)
Honey
(we're), ayy
(ridin')
Ayy, think of my
Buckin′
(yeah), buckin′
(yeah)
Buckin'
(yeah), whoa
(yeah)
Buckin′
(yeah), buckin'
(yeah)
Buckin′ like a mechanical bull
Buckin'
(yeah), buckin′
(yeah)
Buckin'
(yeah), whoa
(yeah)
Buckin'
(yeah), buckin′
(yeah)
A good night
(yeah) flow, money is full
(yeah)
Look at that horse, look at that horse
Look at that horse
(look at that horse)
Pretty as hell, au naturale
Dinin′ on farce
(dinin' on farce)
Buckin′, buckin'
Whoa, buckin′
(yeah)
Buckin'
(buckin′), a good night
Whoa, yeah
Your patience is thin
(uh-huh)
Your hormones is right at the rim
You was just goin' in
(huh)
Fuck it, do it again
(let's go)
A-O-T-Y, I ain′t win
(let′s go)
I ain't stuntin′ 'bout them
Take that shit on the chin
Come back and fuck up the pen
(yeah)
Say the things that I know will offend
(uh, yeah)
Wear that shit that I know start a trend
(uh)
Take the Bugatti out for the spin
(ooh)
Ain′t no top, feel the wind on my skin
Ooh, ooh, ooh, snakes on the den
(uh)
They hissin', don′t listen to them
(let's go)
They bite every once and again
But it gets stomped on when we
Buckin'
(yeah), buckin′
(yeah)
Buckin′
(yeah), whoa
(yeah)
Buckin'
(yeah), buckin′
(yeah)
Buckin' like a mechanical bull
Buckin′
(yeah), buckin'
(yeah)
Buckin′
(yeah), whoa
(yeah)
Buckin'
(yeah), buckin'
(yeah)
A good night flow where the money is full
Look at that horse, look at that horse
Look at that horse
(look at that horse)
Pretty as hell, au naturale
Dinin′ on farce, uh
Buckin′, whoa
Buckin', buckin′
(hmm)
They yankin' your chain
(yankin′ your chain)
Promisin' things that they can′t
(things that they can't)
You the man at the bank?
(Bank)
Is you is or you ain't?
(Is you is or you ain′t?)
Hit the runway, I′m late
(runway, I'm late)
Pops got pictures to take
(take, take)
It′s in my DNA
(ayy)
Look at my mama, it's a trait
Say the things that I know will offend
(woo)
Wear that shit that I know start the trend
(woo)
Take the Bugatti out for a spin
Ain′t no top, feel the wind on my skin
Ooh, ah
Buckin', whoa
Buckin′, buckin'
Buckin' like a mechanical bull
Writer(s): Beyonce Giselle Knowles, Pharrell L. Williams, Shawn C. Carter, Collins Chibueze, Harlan Howard, Terius Gesteelde-diamant, Hank Cochran
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