Hate to Tell You

You're like a flashlight
All in my face I
Just wanna turn you off

Like all the other guys
You like my brown eyes
Told me like 11 times

(Oh-oh) I don't wanna know
(Oh-oh) what kind of car you drive
(Oh-oh) sick of these county guys
Killing my summer nights
You think this is going well

I hate to tell you
But I don't think this is going your way
I hate to tell you
You're not the one that's leaving with me

You're like a sad song
When nothing's going wrong
Just wanna turn you down

Don't wanna hear about
What's in your bank account
Wish someone would help me out, yeah

(Oh-oh) yeah, I don't really care
(Oh-oh) what kind of clothes you wear
(Oh-oh) sick of these county guys
Killing my summer nights
You think this is going well

I hate to tell you
But I don't think this is going your way
I hate to tell you
You're not the one that's leaving with me

(Oh-oh) hmm, you're not the one
(Oh-oh) yeah, I don't wanna know
(Oh-oh) sick of these county guys
Killing my summer nights
You think this is going well

I hate to tell you
But I don't think this is going your way (no, no)
I hate to tell you (I hate to tell you)
You're not the one that's leaving with me (oh)

I hate to tell you (oh-oh)
But I don't think this is going your way (I don't think this is going your way)
I hate to tell you (I hate to tell you)
You're not the one that's leaving with me



Credits
Writer(s): Katelyn Tarver, Matthew Burns
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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