Post Malone, Tim McGraw Wrong Ones

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 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 Straight outta Louisian', I'm a Bad boy, real good man, got a Six-pack and a farmer's tan, top of the world (Ooh) I can't help that they wanna glance Ain't one that don't wanna dance Bunch of cowboys sayin', "Please don't take thе girl" Keep them cold ones comin' And that smoke fillin' up my lungs I got country monеy, 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 Na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na