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Girl, I know that neons from Broadway
Are cool for a minute but bluer when bars fade
And the dances turn to stumbles on a one way
Ain't nothin' in these puddles but trouble for your doll face
Nothin' here but all lames singin' the same tune bae
Let me dial you into the station over at my place
We can still see the city, my trucks still lifted
Grab a Martin by the fire, smoke a Swisher when we hit it

Back towards the roads with no street lights
And a farm is the best parking lot for the night
And the slow jams strummin' 90s old man
Rock the bowtie and I ain't even drivin' GM
You smokin' like tobacco barns, twinkle in your eyes or
Maybe it's the lightnin' bugs mesmerizin' got me stoned
And if you ever miss the view
Holler at me 'cause the outskirts look good on you (Good on you, good on you)
The outskirts look good on you
You

She say I'm livin' out these country songs, I say, "Nah, I just wrote 'em down"
At the end of the day when the sun sinks and I'm layin' down
Writers room silent 'cause I ain't gotta write it
It was scribbled in the moment and the lust was too metallic
Ink and paper had to have it, wrote the verses in cursive
So her lips make curves when she reads this in her head
Ayy, too smooth for my own good
Country boy R&B, backwoods magic in the woods

Back towards the roads with no street lights
And a farm is the best parking lot for the night
And the slow jams strummin' 90s old man
Rock the bowtie and I ain't even drivin' GM
You smokin' like tobacco barns, twinkle in your eyes or
Maybe it's the lightnin' bugs mesmerizin' got me stoned
And if you ever miss the view
Holler at me 'cause the outskirts look good on you (Good on you, good on you)
The outskirts look good on you
The outskirts look good on you
The outskirts look good on
The outskirts look good on you
You
You
You

Ah, fuck, I messed up

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