Yeah, ayy, she's from Texas

I can tell by the way she grip on my wood grain

She's down to take a hundred shots

with me and talk about my pain

It doesn't take a crystal ball to see

A cowgirl ends up riding off on me

Drinkin' Yak all by myself

She's from Texas, I can tell, baby

Big wooden wheel, where should I go?

Johnny Manziel with hits that I throw

College Station nights you used to know

Now you're getting fried down in River Oaks, I already know

Sugar Land, Pearland, Woodlands

you just need a good man, oh

Yeah

Batman, Spider-Man, Superman

they can't save you like I want to

No

Salesman, businessman, postman

they can't write it like thе notebook

You still can't name me onе man

that I should get overlooked for, what?

Yeah

It's a solar eclipse tomorrow

and your period hit in the morning

I hand you a joint when I rolled it

this the summer you say you quit smokin'

And you ask me 'bout cashin' a check

and you ask me what's in my account

And I don't even know what that is

'cause I don't even check

'Cause I don't even check

(Big wooden wheel, where should I go?)

Fort Bend, Texas, Katy, Texas, bae

I can't make this up (That it's you, babe)

Sippin' Yak all by myself (That it's you, babe)

She's from Texas, I can tell (That it's you, babe, yeah)

Lead me to OCTANE, yeah

It's all on the house, it's all on your blouse

It's all over your mouth right now, Donny ain't here for now

Pre-rolls in my house, it's guns in my couch

Don't touch unless you wanna find out

Fort Bend, Texas, Katy, Texas, bae

I can't make this up (That it's you, babe)

Sippin' Yak all by myself (That it's you, babe)

She's from Texas, I can tell (That it's you, babe, yeah)