I fall to pieces
It's time I see you again
And I miss all our secrets
So tell me how you been
Luke Casey, the boobs, check
You can hear when I'm still
Bought a Chevy and painted it red
Money long, it can't fit in the bed
It don't matter what nobody says
Country boy to the day that I'm dead
If you want smoke, I'm the Marlboro man
Cut it out for it, get outta here
This ain't Calabasas, we don't need highways
We can take back roads
Never been ridin', baby
Steppin' that stirrup, hop on my saddle
Snag on my feet, they rattle
In the bag, only thing getting lassy
And I'm still goin' up like a ladder
And I'm still in the field like cattle
Cadillac back on the road
We takin' 144
Just say what you need from the store
Put some grits on the stove
Chiffon cornbread, booty corn fed
Body rolls at the rodeo, I'm comin' home
Ridin' through
Just to put my eyes on you
You are the superstar
Everybody's drivin' on new cars
Turn a bad night to a good time
On a trail ride to the Zydeco
I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home
We've come a long way from the rough rides
From the railroads to the rodeo
Sweet country home
This for money, this for money
Snap Snap Snap
She gone
I've been cowboy
For the sweet money
So, come with me
To your life
You'll stick to me
All night
All night
Flowin' and flyin'
Stuck in me all night
Honey, hey, hey
Honey, yeah, yeah
Tastes like honey, yeah
It's like honey, ay, ay
Bucky, bucky, bucky
Wow, bucky, bucky
Buckin' like a mechanical bull
Bucky, bucky, bucky
Wow, bucky, bucky
A good night, flow, money is full
Look at that horse, look at that horse, look at that horse
Pretty as hell, all natural, down there on bars
Bucky, bucky, whoa
Bucky, bucky, a good night, whoa
Your patience is thin
Your hormones is right at the rim
It was just goin' in
Bucky, do it again
A-O-T-Y, I ain't wearin'
I ain't stuntin' by them
Put that *** on the chin
Come back and *** up the pen
Say the things that I know will offend
With that *** that I know, start a trend
Take the boot, got it off with a spin
Ain't no tie, feel the wind on my skin
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Snakes on the jam
They hissin', don't listen to them
They bite every once and again
But they get stumped on when we
Buckin', buckin', buckin'
Buckin', buckin', buckin'
Like a mechanical bull
Buckin', buckin', buckin'
Whoa, buckin', buckin'
A good night floor, the money is full
Look at that horse, look at that horse
Look at that horse, look at that horse
Pretty as hell, all natural, down there on bars
Bucky, whoa
Bucky, bucky
Bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo
They yankin' your chain
Promisin' things that they can't
You the man in the bank
Is you is or you are?
Hit the runway, I'm late
Pop off my pictures to tape
It's in my DNA
Look at my mama, it's a trait
Say the things that I know will offend
With that *** that I know, start a trend
Take the boot, got it off with a spin
Ain't no tie, feel the wind on my skin
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Buckin', whoa
Buckin', buckin', buckin'
Like a mechanical bull
U, B, B
Oh, soprattutto
Like a mechanical bull
A little lower

Think like I got no.




Um, uh, y, uh, I'd like a key
Pow, pow, pow
Yam Terminal DJ
I'm embarrassed