[Verse]
Liam left the fam, ridin’ off into the sunset,
Chasin’ cowboy dreams, but the horse ain’t run yet.
Left his wife, a queen, way outta his bracket,
She’s gold; he’s the plastic fork in the packet.
Talkin’ big bucks, but his wallet stay zipped,
Tighter than his jeans when his ego got ripped.
America called, and he answered like a fool,
But cowboy hats can’t make a mule cool.
[Chorus]
Liam, Liam, what you thinkin’, man?
Runnin’ to the ranch, but you ain’t no Stan.
Family left behind, all for cowboy plans,
The ugliest sibling—ain’t no beauty in the brand.
[Verse 2]
Yeehaw dreams, but the boots don’t fit,
Wrangler ads lied, now you’re knee-deep in it.
Big belt buckle, but the funds stay slim,
Cheap steaks on the grill, chewin’ tough on the whim.
Your wife’s a diamond, you’re a muddy ol’ stone,
Her glow lights a room, your vibe dims the tone.
Brother’s got the looks, sister’s got the brains,
You got cowboy hats and a handful of shame.
[Bridge]
Rodeo clown in a circus of one,
Thinkin’ you a legend, but the story ain’t spun.
Left the fam hangin’ for a tumbleweed’s roll,
Chasin’ cowboy dreams with a city boy soul.