I go outside I'll admit I'm full of shit That's how I know I love you That's how I know I trust you, You're not sure if there's a right or wrong But it feels like there is when I treat you like this Texas, I won't come home Not even if you call I can't

Would you hit it in the back seat of my ride And I know it's risky right Won't you hit it how I like But I want it in the backseat of my hm Who needs a bed when there’s a hooptie instead So I want it now Oowee these fellas can't mind their business, hm