Lift kit on a limousine, I got
Ten problems down in Tennessee, and I
Ain′t got the time
To fix 'em all
Skipped breakfast at Tiffany′s for a
Little sermon with Bethany
Now I'm sittin' at a bar on Seventeenth and I′m gone
With them cold ones comin′
And that smoke fillin' up my lungs
I got f- you money, girl
Come on and get you some
And it′s hard to walk a straight line
When they curvin' up them jeans
I′m just lookin' for the right one
But them wrong ones keep lookin′ at me
Straight outta Louisi-ann, I'm a
Bad boy, real good man, got a
Six pack and a farmer's tan, top of the world
I can′t help that they wanna glance
Ain′t one that don't wanna dance
Bunch of cowboys sayin′
"Please don't take the girl"
Keep them cold ones comin′
And that smoke fillin' up my lungs
I got country money, honey
Come on and get you some
And it′s hard to walk a straight line
The way they curvin' up them jeans
I'm just lookin′ for the right one
But them wrong ones keep lookin′ at me
Writer(s): Keith Smith, Luke Combs, James Mcnair, Post Malone, Ryan Vojtesak, Luis Angel Ballaba
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com