I'm getting so much money these days It's hard to figure out who love me for me Tryna balance out everything I'm getting sabotaged every way You don't want to but you gotta change It's gon' hurt you tryna stay the same Are you in it or you in it for the

I'm tryna get this money in a hurry Switched up, I guess it wasn't workin' Came back, guess it wasn't workin' I think I'm addicted to the Perkys Run that back Turbo Runnin' 'round on E, pants up to my knees I can't get no sleep, if I ain't got no lean

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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

Can be the start of something new If you need a shoulder, it's on Maybe that starts with me and you We got all night To get to know each other better And try moving on together, together I could kill the pain that you’ve been in You can be my heartbreak

All my days I'll be trying I got to try, got to try, go to try Everything I've done in my life's walk a little more I'Il try a little harder Try a little, little, little stronger Try a little, little, little harder Try a little, little, little more We've

I don't want to hear about it later I don't want to, baby I don't want to I want a run for my money, that's all You can try me at home, if it feels all right But I ain't home at night Ain't got no money, got no house on the hill Tell me, honey, will your

I'm just a cold beer drinker, check out the callus on pop-top finger Got a cooler in the back with a 12 pack ready to roll I'm a killer karaoke country singer, top-water rattle-trap spinner bait slinger king of the grill and a short putt sinker Whiskey

My life, my life Makes me wanna run away There's no place to go No place to go All the confusion It's an illusion like a movie Got nowhere to go Nowhere to run and hide No matter how hard I try