Paper Hearts (F-150)

I'm in a battle against myself right now

Paper hearts in the glove box of my 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 **** 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

Yeah, 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

They be lovin' "Dirt Road"

Blamin' bottles of Patron

Mama get mad 'cause I didn't come home

Let's go

When I skrrt down the back road, can't help but slide (No)

And I'm all messed up and that's why I keep

Paper hearts in the glove box of my 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

And I might just take one out and light it up

And throw it out the window

Because I'm tipsy

Paper hearts, paper hearts

Paper hearts in the F-150

Paper hearts, paper hearts

Paper hearts in the F-150

Paper hearts, paper hearts

Paper hearts in the F-150