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)