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
Paper hearts
Paper hearts
F-150