Karaoké Sweet / Honey / Buckiin' Beyoncé & Shaboozey

I fall to pieces each time I see you there

And I miss all our secrets so tell me how you've been

Lucchese the boots

Check

You can hear when I 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 'till the day that I'm dead

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 backroads

Never been ridin' baby

Step in that stirrup

Hop on my saddle

Snake on my feet

They rattle

And the bag only thing gettin' lasso'd

And I'm still goin' up like a ladder

And I'm still in the field like cattle

The Cadillac back on the road

We takin' route Forty-Four

Just say what you need from the store

Mmh hmm hmm

Oh oh

Put some grits on the stove

Hmm hmm mmh

Jiffy cornbread, booty cornfed

Body rolls at the rodeo

I'm comin' home

Ooh ooh

Ridin' through

Ridin' through just to put my eyes on you 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 a trail ride to the zydeco

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

We've come a long way from the rough ride

From the railroads to the rodeos

From the railroads to the rodeos

Sweet country home

Sweet country home

This for my, this for my

She gone

Ride for your cowboy and throw that sweet honey on it

So come with me to new life

You're stuck to me all night

Foot of flower and spice

Stuck in me all night

Honey hey yeah

Honey yeah yeah

Uh

Taste like honey

Ayy ho

Uh uh uh night

Taste like honey

Ayy ayy think of my

We're ridin'

Buckin', buckin'

Buckin' woah

Buckin', buckin'

Buckin' like a mechanical bull

Buckin', buckin'

Buckin' woah

Buckin', buckin'

A good night flow, money is full

Look at that horse

Look at that horse

Look at that horse

Pretty as hell, au naturel

Dinin' on farce

Buckin', buckin'

Woah

Buckin', buckin'

A good night

Woah

Yeah

Your patience is thin

Your hormones is right at the rim oh

You was just goin' in

Fuck it, do it again

A-O-T-Y, I ain't win

I ain't stuntin' 'bout them

Take that shit on the chin

Come back and fuck up the pen

Say the things that I know will offend

Wear that shit that I know start a trend

Take the Bugatti out for the spin

Ain't no top

Feel the wind on my skin

Wooh wooh ooh

Snakes on the den

They hissin'

Don't listen to them

They bite every once and again

But it gets stomped down when we

Buckin', buckin'

Buckin' woah

Buckin', buckin'

Buckin' like a mechanical bull

Buckin', buckin'

Buckin' woah

Buckin', buckin'

A good night flow where the money is full

Oh oh

Look at that horse

Look at that horse

Look at that horse

Pretty as hell, au naturel

Dinin' on farce

Uh buckin'

Woah buckin'

Buckin'

They yankin' your chain

Promisin' things that they can't

You the man at the bank

Is you is or you ain't

Go hit the runway, I'm late

Pop-pops got pictures to take

It's in my DNA

Look at my mama, it's a trait

Say the things that I know will offend

Wear that shit that I know start a trend

Take the Bugatti out for the spin

Ain't no top

Feel the wind on my skin ooh

Buckin' woah

Buckin', buckin'

Buckin' like a mechanical bull