Florida Man

They ask me how long I've been here I tell them too damn long
To save me a conversation I'm writing this here song
I came in from California From the west down to the east
My surprise when I got home Even I couldn't recognize me

I'm a Florida man Hanging out with Florida girls
Some of the craziest people in the whole damn world
I tell them all I'm a poor boy But you can count on me
But they'd all trade a heart of gold for sugar daddy

And she'll tell you I'm not much of a party girl
Most nights I like to stay inside
The second that you start to believe her
She'll take your ass for a ride

And all the older men Sitting at the bar
Creeping on the younger girls
Saying I got a yacht and a pocket full of singles
But could never find a decent girl

That's because decent girls don't need a guy like him
They're not just trying to post a picture on Instagram
They want an honest conversation and a cup of tea
I know I'll find her one day But till then I'll be

A Florida man
Hanging out with Florida girls
We're some of the craziest people in the whole damn world
I tell them all I'm a poor boy But you can count on me
But they'd all trade a heart of gold for sugar daddy

A Florida man Hanging out with Florida girls
Some of the craziest people in the whole damn world
I tell them all I'm a poor boy But you can count on me
But they'd all trade a heart of gold for sugar daddy

They'd all trade a heart of gold for sugar daddy
They'd all trade a heart of gold for sugar daddy



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Hobba
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