Cowboy Killers

Jar of clear in the console

35's all rolled down this broken road to fame

I been sipping on whiskey

Praying that you miss me when this truck meets the riverbank

People tell, but they don't know

So I'm gon' show you the one that caused me all this pain

Now the bad bitch getters, smoking cowboy killers

And the tears that fall off of my face

Part of me wants to hurt you

'Cause I'm hurt to smell your perfume

Fuck you, I'm in pain

Probably end up off a dirt road, holdin' her close

Rollin' circles thinking of your face

Don't you know you want a real one?

Don't you wanna feel something? I'll fucking give you what he can't

Now the bad bitch getters, smoking cowboy killers

And the tears that fall right down my face

(And the bad bitch getters)

(Smoking cowboy killers, cowboy killers)

(And the bad bitch getters)

(Smoking cowboy killers, cowboy killers)

Jar of clear in the console

35's all rolled down this broken road to fame

I been sipping on whiskey

Praying that you miss me when this truck meets the riverbank

People tell, but they don't know

So I'm gon' show you the one that caused me all this pain

Now the bad bitch getters, smoking cowboy killers

And the tears that fall off of my face

I was doing just fine 'fore you came

Now I might drunk-drive down a two-lane

Windows black on my ride like Bruce Wayne

And when I see you by his side, that's a new pain

I got a truck full of cowboy killers tonight

They down to fuck 'til I finally get you off of my mind

Post it up in the tuck out up under the pines

Fuck love, fuck trust, fuck it, I'ma get high

(And the bad bitch getters)

(Smoking cowboy killers, cowboy killers)

(And the bad bitch getters)

(Smoking cowboy killers, cowboy killers)

Jar of clear in the console

35's all rolled down this broken road to fame

I been sipping on whiskey

Praying that you miss me when this truck meets the riverbank

People tell, but they don't know

So I'm gon' show you the one that caused me all this pain

Now the bad bitch getters, smoking cowboy killers

And the tears that fall off of my face

(And the bad bitch getters, smoking cowboy killers)

(And the tears that fall off of my face)