Paper Hearts (F-150)

I'm in a battle against myself right now Paper hearts in the glove box of my F-150 (F-150) And I might just take one out and light it up And throw it out the window Because I'm tipsy Yeah, chrome hearts in the Carhartt, yeah, yeah Push it twice and the car stars, yeah, yeah Up late shootin' dark stars, yeah, yeah You get the point like a dart board, yeah, yeah Oh, bad b- with a little twang I'm the Kidd, I'ma let it hang Six string, I'ma let it bang Wrist wet 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 (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, let's go Girls blowin' 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 lovin' Dirt Road, oh, oh, oh Blamin' bottles of Patron Momma get mad 'cause I didn't come home Let's 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 (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 (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, paper hearts Paper hearts in the F-150 (F-150) Paper hearts, paper hearts Paper hearts in the F-150 Paper hearts, paper hearts Paper hearts in the F-150