California King

I saw a message from an 817

Guess all your exes don’t live in Texas

Tailed your car to a cheap motel room

Nice to finally put a face to the perfume

I could freak out, go batshit

Go home and cry it out on my mattress

I’m gonna let somebody love me

I’m gonna let somebody hold me

I’m gonna turn the tables on ya, leave a little karma in your sheets

You made this bed, but I’m the one who’s gonna lie in it

You ain’t the only one who’s got something to hide in it

And while you’re out runnin round on me, I’ll be sleeping like a queen in your California King

I’m gonna open up your good wine

Leave both glasses out for you to find

You got careless with your side game

Notches on your bed frame

I can do the same thing

I’m gonna let somebody love me

I’m gonna let somebody hold me

I’m gonna turn the tables on ya, leave a little karma in your sheets

You made this bed, but I’m the one who’s gonna lie in it

You ain’t the only one who’s got something to hide in it

And while you’re out runnin round on me, I’ll be sleeping like a queen in your California King

And if you wonderin’ why your pillow’s still warm when you get back in the mornin’

It’s cause I let somebody love me

It’s cause I let somebody hold me

It’s cause I turned the tables on ya, left a little karma in your sheets

You made this bed, but I’m the one who’s gonna lie in it

You ain’t the only one who’s got something to hide in it

And while you’re out runnin round on me, I’ll be sleeping like a queen in your California King

Your California King