Love Hate - 8Track
I love you, Mobile, but I just ain't feelin' the love back
Guess you could say the same
'Cause I turned 18 with my bags packed
My bad, but it wasn't like playin'
For Bud Lights and tips down on the bay
Was ever gonna get me singin' my songs on 95KSJ
Mom and daddy said they're so proud
Newspaper said I sold out
I wonder if the high school kids
Bump my shit
Up and down Old Shell Road now
It's a love-hate thing with your hometown
It's a tough breakup to write a song about
Said, "Nah, we can't be friends
Now you say you knew me when"
Said, "What you wanna go to Nashville for?"
Now it's like you want my face on a billboard
Says, "Welcome to the home of me"
Just hate how much I want you to love me
(Just hate how much I want you to love me)
I just hate how much I want you to love me
(Just hate how much I want you to love me)
I hate you, Mobile, 'cause I need your approval like my old man's
I forget all the games that he came to
But I remember when I couldn't find him up in the stands
Didn't stop in the end-zone just
Kept on runnin' past those city limits
Which is weird 'cause all my lyrics
Got a lotta you and dad in 'em
Coach Byrd said he's so proud (so proud)
Local fans said I sold out (sold out)
I wonder if the girls cut loose
When they hear me on the jukebox
At the Waffle House
It's a love-hate thing with your hometown
It's a tough breakup to write a song about
Said, "Nah, we can't be friends
Now you say you knew me when"
Said, "What you wanna go to Nashville for?"
Now it's like you want my face on a billboard
Says, "Welcome to the home of me"
Just hate how much I want you to love me
(I'm just tryna represent, represent, represent)
(Just hate how much I want you to love me)
(Just tryna represent, represent)
(I just hate how much I want you to love me)
(Aye, Buffet, can I get an amen?)
It's a love-hate thing with your hometown
It's a tough break-up to write a song about
Said, "Nah, we can't be friends
Like you say you knew me when"
Said, "What you wanna go to Nashville for?"
Now it's like you want my face on a billboard
Says, "Welcome to the home of me"
Just hate how much I want you to love me
(Just hate how much I want you to love me)
I just hate how much I want you to love me
(Just hate how much I want you to love me)
I just hate how much I want you to love me
Guess you could say the same
'Cause I turned 18 with my bags packed
My bad, but it wasn't like playin'
For Bud Lights and tips down on the bay
Was ever gonna get me singin' my songs on 95KSJ
Mom and daddy said they're so proud
Newspaper said I sold out
I wonder if the high school kids
Bump my shit
Up and down Old Shell Road now
It's a love-hate thing with your hometown
It's a tough breakup to write a song about
Said, "Nah, we can't be friends
Now you say you knew me when"
Said, "What you wanna go to Nashville for?"
Now it's like you want my face on a billboard
Says, "Welcome to the home of me"
Just hate how much I want you to love me
(Just hate how much I want you to love me)
I just hate how much I want you to love me
(Just hate how much I want you to love me)
I hate you, Mobile, 'cause I need your approval like my old man's
I forget all the games that he came to
But I remember when I couldn't find him up in the stands
Didn't stop in the end-zone just
Kept on runnin' past those city limits
Which is weird 'cause all my lyrics
Got a lotta you and dad in 'em
Coach Byrd said he's so proud (so proud)
Local fans said I sold out (sold out)
I wonder if the girls cut loose
When they hear me on the jukebox
At the Waffle House
It's a love-hate thing with your hometown
It's a tough breakup to write a song about
Said, "Nah, we can't be friends
Now you say you knew me when"
Said, "What you wanna go to Nashville for?"
Now it's like you want my face on a billboard
Says, "Welcome to the home of me"
Just hate how much I want you to love me
(I'm just tryna represent, represent, represent)
(Just hate how much I want you to love me)
(Just tryna represent, represent)
(I just hate how much I want you to love me)
(Aye, Buffet, can I get an amen?)
It's a love-hate thing with your hometown
It's a tough break-up to write a song about
Said, "Nah, we can't be friends
Like you say you knew me when"
Said, "What you wanna go to Nashville for?"
Now it's like you want my face on a billboard
Says, "Welcome to the home of me"
Just hate how much I want you to love me
(Just hate how much I want you to love me)
I just hate how much I want you to love me
(Just hate how much I want you to love me)
I just hate how much I want you to love me
Credits
Writer(s): Walker Hayes, Nicolle Galyon
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