Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's a tough crowd where I come from
You wanna eat, you gotta know who you can get it from
'Cause broken hearts make broken homes
And I'm a product of both, content with being alone
But I took that backroad, that Chevy and left for the Strip
I did
And I won't make mama's mistakes, hate myself if I did
Then he said
[PreChorus]
He ain't ever seen one quite like this
With the Bulleit Rye on my lips
Got on 501's with .45 Glock
Tucked in the side of my hip
Stay rolling that spliff
Chips rolled tight, said he never seen his type in the neon lights
That's right, 'cause last night was your last night
Maybe next life, baby, no dice
[Chorus]
I'm a wildcard, I'm a wildcard
I'm a wildcard, I'm a wildcard
Baby, you shouldn't bet on me, no, you shouldn't bet on me
You shouldn't bet on me, no, you shouldn't bet on me
[Verse 2]
It's just outlaws and cigarette smiles
Just a hold or fold and open desert for miles
Left those cracked walls with nothing to lose
But a hometown sign and some substance abuse
So I took that backroad, that Chevy and didn't look back
And it's sad, swore I won't live in my past but it's just who I am
So I said
[PreChorus]
You ain't ever seen one quite like this
With the Bulleit Rye on my lips
Got on 501's with .45 Glock
Tucked in the side of my hip
Stay rolling that spliff, chips rolled tight
Said he never seen his type in the neon lights
That's right, 'cause last night was your last night
Maybe next life, baby, no dice
[Chorus]
I'm a wildcard, I'm a wildcard
I'm a wildcard, I'm a wildcard
Baby, you shouldn't bet on me
You shouldn't bet on me
You shouldn't bet on me
You shouldn't bet on me
[PreChorus]
He ain't ever seen one quite like this
With the Bulleit Rye on my lips
Got on 501's with .45 Glock
Tucked in the side of my hip
Stay rolling that spliff, chips rolled tight
Never seen his type in the neon lights
That's right, 'cause last night was your last night
Maybe next life
[Chorus]
Wildcard, I'm a wildcard
And I'm a wildcard, I'm a wildcard
Baby, you shouldn't bet on me
You shouldn't bet on me
You shouldn't bet on me
And I'm a wildcard
Baby, you shouldn't bet on me
Written by: Courtney Roberts, Maks Gabriel
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