Kidd G - Paper Hearts (F-150) lyrics
Jonathan Gabriel Horne
[Kidd G - Paper Hearts F-150 lyrics]
Paper hearts in the glove box of my F-150
And I might just take one out and light it up
And throw it out the window
Because I'm tipsy
Chrome hearts in the Carhartt, yeah, yeah
Push it twice and the car stars, yeah, yeah
Up late shooting dark stars, yeah, yeah
You get the point like a dart board, yeah
Yeah oh, bad bitch with a little twang
I'm the kidd I'mma let it hang
Six string I'mma let it bang
Rich wood 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
And I might just take one out
And light it up and throw it out the window
Because I'm tipsy
I've been on the road
Ain't got time to hang no more
Money ain't a thing buy a plane lets go
Girls blowing up my phone
They just wanna know when I'm gonna do a show
I don't know oh oh oh oh oh
They be loving dirt road oh oh oh
Blaming bottles of Patron
Momma get mad cause I didn't come home
Let's go oh oh
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
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
And I might just take one out
And light it up and throw it out the window
Because I'm tipsy
I'm tipsy
Paper hearts
F-150
Paper hearts
Paper hearts
F-150
Paper hearts
Paper hearts
F-150
Paper hearts
Paper hearts
F-150
And I might just take one out and light it up
And throw it out the window
Because I'm tipsy
Chrome hearts in the Carhartt, yeah, yeah
Push it twice and the car stars, yeah, yeah
Up late shooting dark stars, yeah, yeah
You get the point like a dart board, yeah
Yeah oh, bad bitch with a little twang
I'm the kidd I'mma let it hang
Six string I'mma let it bang
Rich wood 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
And I might just take one out
And light it up and throw it out the window
Because I'm tipsy
I've been on the road
Ain't got time to hang no more
Money ain't a thing buy a plane lets go
Girls blowing up my phone
They just wanna know when I'm gonna do a show
I don't know oh oh oh oh oh
They be loving dirt road oh oh oh
Blaming bottles of Patron
Momma get mad cause I didn't come home
Let's go oh oh
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
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
And I might just take one out
And light it up and throw it out the window
Because I'm tipsy
I'm tipsy
Paper hearts
F-150
Paper hearts
Paper hearts
F-150
Paper hearts
Paper hearts
F-150
Paper hearts
Paper hearts
F-150