Yeah, ayy, she's from TexasI can tell by the way she grip on my wood grainShe's down to take a hundred shotswith me and talk about my painIt doesn't take a crystal ball to seeA cowgirl ends up riding off on meDrinkin' Yak all by myselfShe's from Texas, I can tell, babyBig wooden wheel, where should I go?Johnny Manziel with hits that I throwCollege Station nights you used to knowNow you're getting fried down in River Oaks, I already knowSugar Land, Pearland, Woodlandsyou just need a good man, ohYeahBatman, Spider-Man, Supermanthey can't save you like I want toSalesman, businessman, postmanthey can't write it like thе notebookYou still can't name me onе manthat I should get overlooked for, what?YeahIt's a solar eclipse tomorrowand your period hit in the morningI hand you a joint when I rolled itthis the summer you say you quit smokin'And you ask me 'bout cashin' a checkand you ask me what's in my accountAnd I don't even know what that is'cause I don't even check'Cause I don't even check(Big wooden wheel, where should I go?)Fort Bend, Texas, Katy, Texas, baeI can't make this up (That it's you, babe)Sippin' Yak all by myself (That it's you, babe)She's from Texas, I can tell (That it's you, babe, yeah)Lead me to OCTANE, yeahIt's all on the house, it's all on your blouseIt's all over your mouth right now, Donny ain't here for nowPre-rolls in my house, it's guns in my couchDon't touch unless you wanna find outFort Bend, Texas, Katy, Texas, baeI can't make this up (That it's you, babe)Sippin' Yak all by myself (That it's you, babe)She's from Texas, I can tell (That it's you, babe, yeah)
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Yeah, ayy, she's from Texas
I can tell by the way she grip on my wood grain
She's down to take a hundred shots
with me and talk about my pain
It doesn't take a crystal ball to see
A cowgirl ends up riding off on me
Drinkin' Yak all by myself
She's from Texas, I can tell, baby
Big wooden wheel, where should I go?
Johnny Manziel with hits that I throw
College Station nights you used to know
Now you're getting fried down in River Oaks, I already know
Sugar Land, Pearland, Woodlands
you just need a good man, oh
Yeah
Batman, Spider-Man, Superman
they can't save you like I want to
Salesman, businessman, postman
they can't write it like thе notebook
You still can't name me onе man
that I should get overlooked for, what?
Yeah
It's a solar eclipse tomorrow
and your period hit in the morning
I hand you a joint when I rolled it
this the summer you say you quit smokin'
And you ask me 'bout cashin' a check
and you ask me what's in my account
And I don't even know what that is
'cause I don't even check
'Cause I don't even check
(Big wooden wheel, where should I go?)
Fort Bend, Texas, Katy, Texas, bae
I can't make this up (That it's you, babe)
Sippin' Yak all by myself (That it's you, babe)
She's from Texas, I can tell (That it's you, babe, yeah)
Lead me to OCTANE, yeah
It's all on the house, it's all on your blouse
It's all over your mouth right now, Donny ain't here for now
Pre-rolls in my house, it's guns in my couch
Don't touch unless you wanna find out
Fort Bend, Texas, Katy, Texas, bae
I can't make this up (That it's you, babe)
Sippin' Yak all by myself (That it's you, babe)
She's from Texas, I can tell (That it's you, babe, yeah)
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