He Gone
Like a quarter of pot
Willie just bought
Like Neal and Buzz blastin off
He gone, ya he gone
Like 3 on the tree
AC out the door
Like a VCR, a dinosaur
He gone, ya he gone
He gonna miss me that's a fact
He gonna beg me to take him back
He gonna cry and try to lie like he ain't been caught
He gonna pull up in his truck
He gonna know that he messed up
Cuz I gone and thrown his crap out in the lawn
He gone
He gone
Like all the cash in that joint account
His favorite bourbon I just downed
He gone, ya he gone
Like a diamond outta my diamond ring
Like his number in my phone, delete
He gone, ya he gone
He gonna miss me that's a fact
He gonna beg me to take him back
He gonna cry and try to lie like he ain't been caught
He gonna pull up in his truck
He gonna know that he messed up
Cuz I gone and thrown his crap out in the lawn
He gonna fight
He gonna cuss
He gonna try like hell to make up
I aint talkin see ya later
Talkin bout talkin to my finger
He gone
He gonna miss me that's a fact
He gonna beg me to take him back
He gonna cry and try to lie like he ain't been caught
He gonna pull up in his truck
He gonna know that he messed up
Cuz I gone and thrown his crap out in the lawn
He gone
He gone
Willie just bought
Like Neal and Buzz blastin off
He gone, ya he gone
Like 3 on the tree
AC out the door
Like a VCR, a dinosaur
He gone, ya he gone
He gonna miss me that's a fact
He gonna beg me to take him back
He gonna cry and try to lie like he ain't been caught
He gonna pull up in his truck
He gonna know that he messed up
Cuz I gone and thrown his crap out in the lawn
He gone
He gone
Like all the cash in that joint account
His favorite bourbon I just downed
He gone, ya he gone
Like a diamond outta my diamond ring
Like his number in my phone, delete
He gone, ya he gone
He gonna miss me that's a fact
He gonna beg me to take him back
He gonna cry and try to lie like he ain't been caught
He gonna pull up in his truck
He gonna know that he messed up
Cuz I gone and thrown his crap out in the lawn
He gonna fight
He gonna cuss
He gonna try like hell to make up
I aint talkin see ya later
Talkin bout talkin to my finger
He gone
He gonna miss me that's a fact
He gonna beg me to take him back
He gonna cry and try to lie like he ain't been caught
He gonna pull up in his truck
He gonna know that he messed up
Cuz I gone and thrown his crap out in the lawn
He gone
He gone
Credits
Writer(s): Trent Tomlinson, Terri Jo Box, Lainey Wilson
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