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
Skip breakfast at Tiffany's for a little sermon with Bethany
Now I'm sitting at a bar on 17th, and I'm gone
With them cold ones coming
And there's smoke filling 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
Stayed out in Louisiana, 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 want a glance, ain't one of those, don't wanna dance
But your cowboy's saying, "Plеase don't take the girl"
Keep thеm cold ones coming
And that smoke filling 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
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na