Trust Fund Cowboy

Your dad got you a Mustang, and I don't mean a horse
 You think a hard day in the sun is 18 on the course
 You bought pearl snaps and a Stetson after watching Yellowstone
 But your collar can't be blue if it smells like rich cologne
 If someone's gonna knock you off your high horse
 I guess I'll be the one
 Oh, you say you want a shootout
 But you've got a wooden gun
 Rolled outta your Range Rover
 Smoking Cali tumble weed
 Tags tucked into your Tecovas
 You trust fund cowboy, baby
 
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 The only dust on your boots is the stardust you spill
 You blow through family money with rolled-up dollar bills
 Think you're so wild west 'cause you're a fan of Eastwood
 That's like only knowing "Landslide", and saying you love Fleetwood
 If someone's gonna knock you off your high horse
 I guess I'll be the one
 Oh, you say you want a shootout
 But you've got a wooden gun
 Rolled outta your Range Rover
 Smoking Cali tumble weed
 Tags tucked into your Tecovas
 You trust fund cowboy, baby
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 Only a fool, would fall for your bad actin'
 Your silver tongue can't cover up that corny fake-ass accent
 If someone gonna knock you off your high horse
 I guess I'll be the one
 Oh, you say you want a shootout
 But you've got a wooden gun
 Rolled outta your Range Rover
 Smoking Cali tumble weed
 Tags tucked into your Tecovas
 You trust fund cowboy, baby
 Ooh
 You trust fund cowboy, baby
 Oh, you no-good knockoff
 Trust fund cowboy, baby