On My Own (feat. Sean Stemaly)
(Ooh-ooh)
(I'm tryna get me my own, get me my own)
Kiss my mama, pack a bag, and tell my Daddy "I'm sorry"
I ain't make no announcement, I ain't throw me no party
Push my brother out the truck, I gotta do this alone
If I don't pick up the phone, I'm tryna get me my own
Tell my girl, "Pack a bag", she tell me she wanna stay
Thankful that she left me hanging, she would've gotten away
Six-string and a notebook, I put in this song
Some days I feel like I'm wrong, but I just wanted my own
Mama and Daddy was cool, but I gotta get me my own
If I don't pick up the phone, I'm tryna get me my own
It's my town, country boy, where I'm from, only night stars glow
One road in my city, if a trooper on it, better drive slow
Packed up and left, I promised Mama I'd call
My ex had moved on, and she ain't miss me at all
I told my lil' brother to look after my dogs
Big old trees from a town so small, I had to, I had to
Kiss my mama, pack a bag, and tell my Daddy "I'm sorry"
I ain't make no announcement, I ain't throw me no party
Push my brother out the truck, I gotta do this alone
If I don't pick up the phone, I'm tryna get me my own
Tell my girl, "Pack a bag", she tell me she wanna stay
Thankful that she left me hanging, she would've gotten away
Six-string and a notebook, I put in this song
Some days I feel like I'm wrong, but I just want it my own
Mama and Daddy was cool, but I gotta get me my own
If I don't pick up the phone, I'm tryna get me my own
I'm tryna get me my own on my own terms
Write the story of my life in my own words
I know they won't understand, but me and God got a plan
I put it all in my hands like a road burn
Packin' up a Chevy like I'm never comin' back
Pickin' up the pieces of the puzzle to my past
Leave it all behind, it's me, myself, and I
So don't y'all wonder why I won't be surprised when I
Kiss my mama, pack a bag, and tell my Daddy "I'm sorry"
I ain't make no announcement, I ain't throw me no party
Push my brother out the truck, I gotta do this alone
If I don't pick up the phone, I'm tryna get me my own
Tell my girl, "Pack a bag", she tell me she wanna stay
Thankful that she left me hanging, she would've gotten away
Six-string and a notebook, I put in this song
Some days I feel like I'm wrong, but I just want it my own
Mama and Daddy was cool, but I gotta get me my own
If I don't pick up the phone, I'm tryna get me my own
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
(I'm tryna get me my own, get me my own)
Kiss my mama, pack a bag, and tell my Daddy "I'm sorry"
I ain't make no announcement, I ain't throw me no party
Push my brother out the truck, I gotta do this alone
If I don't pick up the phone, I'm tryna get me my own
Tell my girl, "Pack a bag", she tell me she wanna stay
Thankful that she left me hanging, she would've gotten away
Six-string and a notebook, I put in this song
Some days I feel like I'm wrong, but I just wanted my own
Mama and Daddy was cool, but I gotta get me my own
If I don't pick up the phone, I'm tryna get me my own
It's my town, country boy, where I'm from, only night stars glow
One road in my city, if a trooper on it, better drive slow
Packed up and left, I promised Mama I'd call
My ex had moved on, and she ain't miss me at all
I told my lil' brother to look after my dogs
Big old trees from a town so small, I had to, I had to
Kiss my mama, pack a bag, and tell my Daddy "I'm sorry"
I ain't make no announcement, I ain't throw me no party
Push my brother out the truck, I gotta do this alone
If I don't pick up the phone, I'm tryna get me my own
Tell my girl, "Pack a bag", she tell me she wanna stay
Thankful that she left me hanging, she would've gotten away
Six-string and a notebook, I put in this song
Some days I feel like I'm wrong, but I just want it my own
Mama and Daddy was cool, but I gotta get me my own
If I don't pick up the phone, I'm tryna get me my own
I'm tryna get me my own on my own terms
Write the story of my life in my own words
I know they won't understand, but me and God got a plan
I put it all in my hands like a road burn
Packin' up a Chevy like I'm never comin' back
Pickin' up the pieces of the puzzle to my past
Leave it all behind, it's me, myself, and I
So don't y'all wonder why I won't be surprised when I
Kiss my mama, pack a bag, and tell my Daddy "I'm sorry"
I ain't make no announcement, I ain't throw me no party
Push my brother out the truck, I gotta do this alone
If I don't pick up the phone, I'm tryna get me my own
Tell my girl, "Pack a bag", she tell me she wanna stay
Thankful that she left me hanging, she would've gotten away
Six-string and a notebook, I put in this song
Some days I feel like I'm wrong, but I just want it my own
Mama and Daddy was cool, but I gotta get me my own
If I don't pick up the phone, I'm tryna get me my own
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Credits
Writer(s): Norman Payne, Sean Stemaly
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