I hate that ass class bands that you're so damn proud of
You hate my truck cause you can't climb out of it
And I'll admit it girl I'll say that in a minute
Yeah I loved you for a minute but we damn so different
It's been a week since you went and hit the highway
And made it clear that I oughta have it my way
But my way looks a whole lot better
with just my truck in the driveway
And I hope you find you a high rollin' high
rise view that you don't get in the country
And I hope you find you a guy with some
dollar sign eyes and a pocket full of money
And it ain't that I want you to think that
I hate every single little thing you do
But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you
Well I hope that's true
You got drunk one night and told me I was white trash
I was high but I guess I wasn't high class
Enough to show up with you on your arm We
were never gonna be two kids on the farm
And I hope you find you a high rollin' high
rise view that you don't get in the country
And I hope you find you a guy with some
dollar sign eyes and a pocket full of money
And it ain't that I want you to think that
I hate every single little thing you do
But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find
nobody just like you Well I hope that's true
I can see you here bitter and bitchin'
and wishin' things woulda gone different
But that don't sound nothin' like me at all,
honey,
who the hell am I kiddin'?
And I hope you find you a high rollin' high
rise view that you don't get in the country
And I hope you find you a guy with some
dollar sign eyes and a pocket full of money
And it ain't that I want you to think that
I hate every single little thing you do
But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you
Well I hope that's true
Yeah, I hope that's true
Ooh, I hope that's true
Yeah, I hope that's true