Cowboy Video (MV)

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Just like a Midwest cowboy I'm running from prison
Tiny dancer in my phone, lord why I make these decisions
Oh these thoughts won't leave me lone, they killing my good intentions
Take me somewhere that's far gone, if not I'll

Damn, I'm on the move, I'm on the move
Gotta do what I gotta do
Shit I'm going through you don't have a clue
So through with it, this my cry for help
Gotta get away from this sexual doom

I gotta get out of this f*cking jail, this f*cking cell, this f*cking hell
Been trapped in it for too long to tell
Was young and dumb, couldn't help myself
From the temptation of creeping the basement
And getting good dose of cowgirls placement
Turned into a sticky situation
Man I gotta get out and just f*cking bail

But she keep on luring me to her place
Say she want it any time of day
I tell her no and get outta my face
But I fold and say that I'm on my way
Man I love when she talk with that dirty mouth
Boutta get in trouble know what I'm talking bout
Then we proceed onto the couch
Wait I gotta get outta this house

Just like a Midwest cowboy I'm running from prison
Tiny dancer in my phone, lord why I make these decisions
Oh these thoughts won't leave me lone, they killing my good intentions
Take me somewhere that's far gone, if not I'll slip up back in em

Aw damn, yea I'll slip up back in em
Aw damn, why do I slip up back in em
Just like a Midwest Cowboy Im running from prison
Aw damn, why do I make these decisions (Just like a)

I don't why but she just won't seem to get outta my head
This sexual demon got me fiendin crawlinn into her bed
Damn
But I had leave and I left a note that said
You won't see me no more f*ck you
Put the middle finger up and fled
And sped

Yea sped off in a GT coupe
It's bullseye I'm woody and we the mothaf*ckin super group
Stay on our buzz like lightyear to infinity is what we pursue
And we gon still be cool, even if it's far from you

Just like a Midwest cowboy I'm running from prison
Tiny dancer in my phone, lord why I make these decisions
Oh these thoughts won't leave me lone, they killing my good intentions
Take me somewhere that's far gone, if not I'll slip up back in em

Aw damn, yea I'll slip up back in em
Aw damn, why do I slip up back in em
Just like a Midwest Cowboy Im running from prison
Aw damn, why do I make these decisions

I'm Gone
I'm going to a place that's away
Goodbye so long
There's no reason to stay or left to say
Gotta right my own wrongs
So I'm going to a place that's away
It's for my own good
It's for my own good

Just like a Midwest cowboy I'm running from prison
Tiny dancer in my phone, lord why I make these decisions
Oh these thoughts won't leave me lone, they killing my good intentions
Take me somewhere that's far gone, if not I'll slip up back in em

Aw damn, yea I'll slip up back in em
Aw damn, why do I slip up back in em
Just like a Midwest Cowboy Im running from prison
Aw damn, why do I make these decisions
Damn