Trust Fund Cowboy
Your dad got you a Mustang, and I don't mean a horse
You think a hard day in the sun is 18 on the course
You bought pearl snaps and a Stetson after watching Yellowstone
But your collar can't be blue if it smells like rich cologne
If someone's gonna knock you off your high horse
I guess I'll be the one
Oh, you say you want a shootout
But you've got a wooden gun
Rolled outta your Range Rover
Smoking Cali tumble weed
Tags tucked into your Tecovas
You trust fund cowboy, baby
The only dust on your boots is the stardust you spill
You blow through family money with rolled-up dollar bills
Think you're so wild west 'cause you're a fan of Eastwood
That's like only knowing "Landslide", and saying you love Fleetwood
If someone's gonna knock you off your high horse
I guess I'll be the one
Oh, you say you want a shootout
But you've got a wooden gun
Rolled outta your Range Rover
Smoking Cali tumble weed
Tags tucked into your Tecovas
You trust fund cowboy, baby
Only a fool, would fall for your bad actin'
Your silver tongue can't cover up that corny fake-ass accent
If someone gonna knock you off your high horse
I guess I'll be the one
Oh, you say you want a shootout
But you've got a wooden gun
Rolled outta your Range Rover
Smoking Cali tumble weed
Tags tucked into your Tecovas
You trust fund cowboy, baby
Ooh
You trust fund cowboy, baby
Oh, you no-good knockoff
Trust fund cowboy, baby
You think a hard day in the sun is 18 on the course
You bought pearl snaps and a Stetson after watching Yellowstone
But your collar can't be blue if it smells like rich cologne
If someone's gonna knock you off your high horse
I guess I'll be the one
Oh, you say you want a shootout
But you've got a wooden gun
Rolled outta your Range Rover
Smoking Cali tumble weed
Tags tucked into your Tecovas
You trust fund cowboy, baby
The only dust on your boots is the stardust you spill
You blow through family money with rolled-up dollar bills
Think you're so wild west 'cause you're a fan of Eastwood
That's like only knowing "Landslide", and saying you love Fleetwood
If someone's gonna knock you off your high horse
I guess I'll be the one
Oh, you say you want a shootout
But you've got a wooden gun
Rolled outta your Range Rover
Smoking Cali tumble weed
Tags tucked into your Tecovas
You trust fund cowboy, baby
Only a fool, would fall for your bad actin'
Your silver tongue can't cover up that corny fake-ass accent
If someone gonna knock you off your high horse
I guess I'll be the one
Oh, you say you want a shootout
But you've got a wooden gun
Rolled outta your Range Rover
Smoking Cali tumble weed
Tags tucked into your Tecovas
You trust fund cowboy, baby
Ooh
You trust fund cowboy, baby
Oh, you no-good knockoff
Trust fund cowboy, baby
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Writer(s): Jason Bradford Reeves, Claire Douglas, Leah Marie Mason
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