SWEET ★ HONEY ★ BUCKIIN'

I fall to pieces

Each time I see you there

And I miss all our secrets

So tell me how you been

Lucchese, see the boots (check)

You can hear when I step (step)

Bought a Chevy and painted it red

Money long, it can′t fit in the bed

It don't matter what nobody says

Country boy ′til the day that I'm dead (yee-hoo)

You want smoke, I'm the Marlboro man

Cut it out ′fore it get outta hand, ayy

This ain′t Calabasas, we don't need highways

We can take back roads (take back roads)

Never been ridin′, baby? Step in thar stirrup

Hop on my saddle (hop on my saddle)

Snake on my feet, they rattle (ooh)

And the bag only thing gettin' lasso′d, yeah (gettin' what?)

And I′m still goin' up like a ladder (uh)

And I'm still in the field like cattle

The Cadillac back on the road, we takin′ route 44

Just say what you need from the store, oh, oh

Put some grits on the stove

Jiffy cornbread, booty corn fed

Body rolls at the rodeo

I′m comin' home, ooh

Ridin′ through just to put my eyes on you

You are the superstar

Everybody's drivin′ old new cars

Turn a bad night to a good time

On the trail ride to the zydeco

I'm comin′ home

I'm comin' home (I′m comin′ home, I'm comin′ home)

I'm comin′ home (I'm comin′ home, I'm comin' home)

We′ve come a long way from the rough ride

From the railroads to the rodeos, sweet country home

This for my, this for my

She gone

Ride for your cowboy

And throw that sweet honey on it

So come (so come) with me (with me)

To new life (stick it, stick it, stick it)

You′re stuck (stuck) to me (to me)

All night (sticky, sticky, sticky, sweet) (all night)

Foot of flowers and spice (hot, hot, hot, hot) (foot of flowers and spice)

Stuck in me all night (stuck in me all night)

Honey (we're), hey (ridin′)

Hey (through the), ooh (night)

Honey (we're), yeah (ridin′)

Yeah (through the), taste like (night)

Honey (we're), ayy (ridin′)

Oh (through the), taste like (night)

Honey (we're), ayy (ridin')

Ayy, think of my

Buckin′ (yeah), buckin′ (yeah)

Buckin' (yeah), whoa (yeah)

Buckin′ (yeah), buckin' (yeah)

Buckin′ like a mechanical bull

Buckin' (yeah), buckin′ (yeah)

Buckin' (yeah), whoa (yeah)

Buckin' (yeah), buckin′ (yeah)

A good night (yeah) flow, money is full (yeah)

Look at that horse, look at that horse

Look at that horse (look at that horse)

Pretty as hell, au naturale

Dinin′ on farce (dinin' on farce)

Buckin′, buckin'

Whoa, buckin′ (yeah)

Buckin' (buckin′), a good night

Whoa, yeah

Your patience is thin (uh-huh)

Your hormones is right at the rim

You was just goin' in (huh)

Fuck it, do it again (let's go)

A-O-T-Y, I ain′t win (let′s go)

I ain't stuntin′ 'bout them

Take that shit on the chin

Come back and fuck up the pen (yeah)

Say the things that I know will offend (uh, yeah)

Wear that shit that I know start a trend (uh)

Take the Bugatti out for the spin (ooh)

Ain′t no top, feel the wind on my skin

Ooh, ooh, ooh, snakes on the den (uh)

They hissin', don′t listen to them (let's go)

They bite every once and again

But it gets stomped on when we

Buckin' (yeah), buckin′ (yeah)

Buckin′ (yeah), whoa (yeah)

Buckin' (yeah), buckin′ (yeah)

Buckin' like a mechanical bull

Buckin′ (yeah), buckin' (yeah)

Buckin′ (yeah), whoa (yeah)

Buckin' (yeah), buckin' (yeah)

A good night flow where the money is full

Look at that horse, look at that horse

Look at that horse (look at that horse)

Pretty as hell, au naturale

Dinin′ on farce, uh

Buckin′, whoa

Buckin', buckin′ (hmm)

They yankin' your chain (yankin′ your chain)

Promisin' things that they can′t (things that they can't)

You the man at the bank? (Bank)

Is you is or you ain't? (Is you is or you ain′t?)

Hit the runway, I′m late (runway, I'm late)

Pops got pictures to take (take, take)

It′s in my DNA (ayy)

Look at my mama, it's a trait

Say the things that I know will offend (woo)

Wear that shit that I know start the trend (woo)

Take the Bugatti out for a spin

Ain′t no top, feel the wind on my skin

Ooh, ah

Buckin', whoa

Buckin′, buckin'

Buckin' like a mechanical bull