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I fall to pieces Each time I see you there And I miss all our secrets So tell me how you've been Lucchese the boots, check You can hear when I 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 till the day that I'm dead You want smoke? I'm the Marlboro man Cut it out 'fore it get out of hand This ain't Calabasas We don't need highways, we can take backroads Never been riding, baby, step in that stirrup, hop on my saddle Snake on my feet, they rattle And the bag only thing getting lasso'd And I'm still going up like a ladder And I'm still in the field like cattle The Cadillac back on the road We taking 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 coming home Riding thru just to put my eyes on you You are the superstar, everybody's driving old new cars Turn a bad night to a good time on a trail ride to the zydeco I'm coming home I'm coming home (I'm coming home, I'm coming home) I'm coming home (I'm coming home, I'm coming home) We've come a long way from the rough rides From the railroads to the rodeos, sweet country home This for my, this for my She gone Ride for you, cowboy And throw that sweet honey on it So come with me to new life You're stuck to me all night Foot of flower and spice Stuck in me all night Honey, hey, hey Honey, yeah Tastes like honey Tastes like honey Think of my Buckin', buckin', buckin', whoa Buckin', buckin', buckin', like a mechanical bull Buckin', buckin', buckin', whoa Buckin', buckin', a good night Flow money is full Look at that horse, look at that horse, look at that horse Pretty as hell, au naturale, dining on farce Buckin', buckin', whoa Buckin', buckin', a good night (Buckin') Whoa, yeah Your patience is thin Your hormones is right at the rim You was just going in Fuck it, do it again AOTY, I ain't win I ain't stuntin' 'bout them Take that shit on the chin Come back and fuck up the pen Say the things that I know will offend Wear that shit that I know start a trend Take the Bugatti out for da spin Ain't no top, feel the wind on my skin Ooh, ooh, ooh, snakes on the den They hissin', don't listen to them They bite every once and again But they get stomped down when we Buckin', buckin', buckin', whoa Buckin', buckin', buckin', like a mechanical bull Buckin', buckin', buckin', whoa Buckin', buckin', a good night Flow where the money is full Look at that horse, look at that horse, look at that horse Pretty as hell, au naturale, dining on farce Buckin', whoa Buckin', buckin' They yankin' your chain Promising things that they can't You the man at the bank? Is you is or you ain't? Hit the runway, I'm late Pop pops got pictures to take It's in my DNA Look at my mama, it's a trait Say the things that I know will offend Wear that shit that I know start a trend Take the Bugatti out for da spin Ain't no top, feel the wind on my skin Buckin', whoa Buckin', buckin', buckin', like a mechanical bull
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