I saw a message from an 817
Guess all your exes don’t live in Texas
Touch a car to a G-model room
Nice to finally put a face to the perfume
I could freak out, go batshit
Go home and cry it out on the mattress
I’m gonna let somebody me
I’m gonna let somebody me
I’m gonna turn the tables on ya
a in your sheets
may I’m the who’s gonna in it
ain’t the who’s something to in it
you’re out on me, out on me
I’ll a queen in your king
I’m gonna open up your wine
out for you to find
careless your game
Notches on your bed frame
I can the thing
I’m gonna let somebody me
I’m gonna let somebody me
I’m gonna turn the tables on ya
a in your sheets
may I’m the who’s gonna in it
ain’t the who’s something to in it
you’re out on me
I’ll a queen in your king
you’re wondering why your pillow’s warm
When you get back in the morning
It’s cause I let somebody me
It’s cause I let somebody me
It’s cause I turned the tables on ya
Left a in your sheets
may I’m the who’s gonna in it
ain’t the who’s something to in it
you’re out on me
I’ll a queen in your king
Your king
