I saw you in a magazine the other day When they asked you where you came from, you forgot this place I guess you caught amnesia, we've knowing you before Pre-K Can't the real you behind that new fake name
You can chase the You can the fame to be the captain of the cheer team Now you're a never coming homecoming queen Don't sell long girl You must be You ain't Blonde girl Or true to your roots, yeah
I saw Mama and your sister on Sunday Your little brother starts on Monday Your granddaddy'd roll over in his If he saw the way you
You can the lights You can chase the Used to be the of the cheer team Now you're just a never coming queen Don't sell long girl You be confused You ain't Blonde girl Or true to your roots Yeah, ah, ah Yeah, ah, ah Yeah, ah, ah, ah Yeah, ah, ah Yeah, ah, ah Yeah, ah, ah, ah
I used to love your lips They had a home taste So you go and fill 'em girl Mess up the that God gave
You can chase the You can the fame Used to be the captain of the team Now you're just a never coming queen sell yourself long girl You be confused You even Blonde girl Or even true to your
(Yeah, ah, ah) We were right there your Daddy wasn't (Yeah, ah, ah) We were there the first time you got (Yeah, ah, ah, ah) Couldn't hold up your head So I you up and put you in bed (Yeah, ah, ah) My shirt dried your tears Brett broke your heart (Yeah, ah, ah) I the blame in that old cop car (Yeah, ah, ah, ah) Laughed when you choked on first smoke Watching you now is a damn joke, Yeah, ah, ah Yeah, ah, ah