Texas
You got all the good shit
And I got consequences
I'm cold, I'm lost, I'm ruined
And you go back to Texas
You came in like a one-man show
Outta town, had a couple years, only knew shit I didn't know
And it felt so real that I couldn't let go
While you ran me around like a motherfucking rodeo
You burned a hole through my mind
There's something about it ain't right
You got all the good shit
And I got consequences (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
I'm cold, I'm lost, I'm ruined
And you go back to Texas (ooh-ooh-ooh)
You go back to Texas like it didn't happen
Like I'm not here with all of this mess
And you drunken out and you wildin' out
And you lit with all of your friends
And I hate this shit, I wanna break this shit
I wanna do the same to your head
Used to love that parking lot
Now I wouldn't be caught dead on it
You started a goddamn wildfire
There's something about it ain't right
You got all the good shit
And I got consequences (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
I'm cold, I'm lost, I'm ruined
And you go back to Texas (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Keep running, keep driving
While I'm in this hell (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Keep going, go faster
Fuck you and yourself (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Go back, go back, go back, go back to Texas (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Go back, go back, go back and leave all of your messes (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
You got all the good shit
And I got consequences
I'm cold, I'm lost, I'm ruined
And you go back to Texas
And I got consequences
I'm cold, I'm lost, I'm ruined
And you go back to Texas
You came in like a one-man show
Outta town, had a couple years, only knew shit I didn't know
And it felt so real that I couldn't let go
While you ran me around like a motherfucking rodeo
You burned a hole through my mind
There's something about it ain't right
You got all the good shit
And I got consequences (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
I'm cold, I'm lost, I'm ruined
And you go back to Texas (ooh-ooh-ooh)
You go back to Texas like it didn't happen
Like I'm not here with all of this mess
And you drunken out and you wildin' out
And you lit with all of your friends
And I hate this shit, I wanna break this shit
I wanna do the same to your head
Used to love that parking lot
Now I wouldn't be caught dead on it
You started a goddamn wildfire
There's something about it ain't right
You got all the good shit
And I got consequences (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
I'm cold, I'm lost, I'm ruined
And you go back to Texas (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Keep running, keep driving
While I'm in this hell (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Keep going, go faster
Fuck you and yourself (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Go back, go back, go back, go back to Texas (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Go back, go back, go back and leave all of your messes (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
You got all the good shit
And I got consequences
I'm cold, I'm lost, I'm ruined
And you go back to Texas
Credits
Writer(s): Oak Felder, Amy Rose Allen, Jessie Murph
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