Paper Hearts (F-150)

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

Chrome hearts in the Carhartt, yeah yeah

Push it twice and the car stars, yeah yeah

Up late shooting dark stars, yeah yeah

You get the point like a dart board, yeah yeah

Oh, bad bitch with a little twang

I’m the kidd I’mma let it hang

Six string I’mma let it bang

Rich wood 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

And I might just take one out

And light it up and throw it out the window

Because I’m tipsy

I’ve been on the road

Ain’t got time to hang no more

Money ain’t a thing buy a plane lets go

Girls blowing up my phone

They just wanna know when I’m gonna do a show

I don’t know oh oh oh oh oh

They be loving dirt road oh oh oh

Blaming bottles of Patron

Momma get mad cause I didn’t come home

Lets go oh oh

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

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

I’m tipsy

Paper hearts

F-150

Paper hearts

Paper hearts

F-150

Paper hearts

Paper hearts

F-150