Wrong Ones (feat. Tim McGraw)

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 outta Louisi-ann, 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 on 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 Whoo-ooh Whoo-ooh Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na