Wrong Ones (feat. Tim McGraw) Post Malone

Lift kit on a limousine, I got
Ten problems down in Tennessee, and I
Ain't got the time to fix 'em all
Skipped breakfast at Tiffany's for a
Little sermon with Bethany
Now I'm sittin' at a bar on 17th, and I'm gone
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With them cold ones comin'
And that smoke fillin' up my lungs
I got fuck-you money, girl
Come on and get you some
And it's hard to walk a straight line
When they curvin' up them jeans
I'm just lookin' for the right one
But them wrong ones keep lookin' at me
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Straight outta Louisian', I'm a
Bad boy, real good man, got a
Six-pack and a farmer's tan, top of the world
I can't help that they wanna glance
Ain't one that don't wanna dance
Bunch of cowboys sayin', "Please don't take the girl"
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Keep them cold ones comin'
And that smoke fillin' up my lungs
I got country money, honey
Come on and get you some
And it's hard to walk a straight line
The way they curvin' up them jeans
I'm just lookin' for the right one
But them wrong ones keep lookin' at me