[Drake]
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
[Drake]
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
Sugarland, Pearlland, Woodlands, you just need a good man, oh
Yeah
Batman, Spider-Man, Superman, they can't save y'all like I want to
No
Salesman, businessman, postman, they can't write it like the notebook
You still can't name me one 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
[Don Toliver]
(Big wooden wheel, that's shit I know)
Four big texts, can't text, 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)
[Don Toliver]
Lead me to OCTANE, yeah
It's all on the house, it's all on your vows
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
[Don Toliver]
(Big wooden wheel, that's shit I know)
Four big texts, can't text, 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)
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