Post Malone and 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 out of 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 the girl"

Keep them cold ones comin'
And that smoke fillin' up my lungs
I got country money
Honey, come 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

Written by:
Keith Smith, Luis Angel Ballaba, Ryan Vojtesak, Post Malone, James McNair, Luke Combs

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Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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