SWEET ★ HONEY ★ BUCKIIN'

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