Mine, all mine, all mine Shes my radio turned up to 11 Shes my country song that I just gotta sing along to So fine, so fine, like the finest wine Shes my blue-eyed dream, my summer queen I cant believe shes mine, all mine Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh I'm a

Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up Might as well just give your ho up I got local ho, but I shipped her out the country though Ain't no giving up, you already know how I give it up Sippin' out the coffee cup, my presidential face a hockey puck Feed me

I can see us in a house next year You'll be making your mind up You can figure out what goes where Everybody needs something all the fuckin' time It doesn't come that easy anyway Every time I try it never feels the way it did at the start This one for my

No doubt about it that boy's country strong Workin' like hell 'til the dinner bell brings him back home He's up in the mornin' yawnin' with those work boots on Blue collar in his blood, backwoods in his bones Cat Diesel Power cap pulled down low Makin

And we will never be alone again 'Cause it doesn't happen everyday Kinda counted on you being a friend Kinda given up on giving away Now I thought about what I wanna say But I never really know where to go So I chained myself to a friend 'Cause there's

No use old girl You may as well surrender Your hopes are getting slender Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy To cheer up little girl blue Sit there and count your fingers What can you do Old girl you're through Just sit there and count your little

I am far too Canadian I am the face of my country Experssionless and small Weak at the knees, shaking badly Can't straighten up at all I watch the spine of my country bend and break I'm a sorry state I'm so content, to stand in line Wait and see, pass

Tonight is bottoms up Throw it on down Rock this quiet, little country town Get up, drop a tailgate on ya truck Find a keg and fill ya cup up Kick it on back Pretty little mama lookin at ya like that Make ya wanna slide on in like girl, what’s up

Check, check, check, check Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom We just want the money the respect and all the power The money and the power fucking up a check These bitches fucking for a check Counting all this money with my

He's Misstra know-it-all Give a hand to the man With a plan Got a counterfeit dollar in his hand You know damn well he's got the super plan Playin' hard Talkin' fast