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Matt Stell

Shut The Truck Up

 

Shut The Truck Up

(álbum: One Of Us - 2023)


Oughta take some windshield paint
And write "make me an offer"
'Cause right now if things don't change
I'd take rock-bottom dollar
On this low-miles, one-owner
Half-ton, two-toner
When they ask me why I'm selling
Baby, I'll just tell em

I can't get the rearview off you, wanna rip the thing off
Can't get your perfume out the bench seat cloth
If a short bed Chevy could talk, it'd say
"Boy, you messed up and it's all your fault"
All my playlists, I can't play 'em
From the A to the F to the XM dial
Every memory, every mile, it reminds me of us
And I wish I could just
Shut the truck up, shut the truck up, shut the truck up
Shut the truck up, shut the truck up, shut the truck up

It's like it's trying to steer me to go and see what you're doing
That sure ain't helping me in getting my moving on moving
I hear four hundred horses screaming when you drove away
Why didn't I even turn the key or turn you around?
Guess I'm the one that's breaking down

I can't get the rearview off you, wanna rip the thing off
Can't get your perfume out the bench seat cloth
If a short bed Chevy could talk, it'd say
"Boy, you messed up and it's all your fault"
All my playlists, I can't play 'em
From the A to the F to the XM dial
Every memory, every mile, it reminds me of us
And I wish I could just
Shut the truck up, shut the truck up, shut the truck up
Shut the truck up, shut the truck up, shut the truck up

I can't open the door without hearing your slamming
It's still stuck in my head and I can't stand it

I can't get the rearview off you, wanna rip the thing off
Can't get your perfume out the bench seat cloth
If a short bed Chevy could talk, it'd say
"Boy, you messed up and it's all your fault"
All my playlists, I can't play 'em
From the A to the F to the XM dial
Every memory, every mile, it reminds me of us
And I wish I could just
Shut the truck up, shut the truck up, shut the truck up
Shut the truck up, shut the truck up, shut the truck up

Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Just shut the truck up, just shut the truck up, just shut the truck up)

hecho

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