Paper hearts in the glove box of my F-150 (F-150) And I might just take one out and light it up And throw it out the window Because I’m tipsy Yeah, chrome hearts in the Carhartt Push it twice and the car stars, Up late shootin’ dark stars You get the point like a dart board, Oh, bad b*tch with a little twang I’m the Kidd, I’ma let it hang Six string, I’ma let it bang Wrist wet and it ain’t rain When I skrrt down the back road, can’t help but slide And I’m all messed up and that’s why I keep Paper hearts in the glove box of my F-150 (F-150) And I might just take one out and light it up And throw it out the window Because I’m tipsy Yeah, I’ve been on the road Ain’t got time to hang no more Money ain’t a thing, buy a plane, let’s go Girls blowin’ up my phone They just wanna know when I’m gonna do a show I don’t know They be lovin’ “Dirt Road” Blamin’ bottles of Patron Mama get mad ’cause I didn’t come home Let’s go When I skrrt down the back road, can’t help but slide (No) And I’m all messed up and that’s why I keep Paper hearts in the glove box of my F-150 (F-150) And I might just take one out and light it up And throw it out the window Because I’m tipsy That’s why I keep paper hearts in the glove box of my F-150 (F-150) And I might just take one out and light it up And throw it out the window Because I’m tipsyyy