I Hate That Pickup Truck

(Verse)

He’s got a new boo riding in the shotgun seat,

Little does she know that used to belong to me.

Our memories starting to be erased with every new kiss,

With every new “I love you” spoken on their lips.

I wanna bash those headlights in with a baseball bat,

Digging my key in the body from front to back.

(Pre-chorus)

Yea, Carrie had it right when she slashed them tires,

Yea her words got me thinkin’ and inspired.

Carved her name in them leather seats,

Tho the way I’m feelin’, I might have her beat.

(Chorus)

Cause I really hate that pickup truck,

That jacked-up Chevy messin’ me up.

Hate that radio turned up loud,

Cruisin’ slow through this little town.

Them faded tires and that tailgate rust,

Still got my whole world covered in dust.

Yeah, I swore one day I’d give him up,

But I still hate that pickup truck.

(Verse)

I see it everywhere I go with her in the passenger seat,

I know I shouldn’t but I keep wishin’ that it was me.

I hate seeing him with his hand on her thigh,

Holding it like he used to hold mine.

All those memories gone down the drain,

All those kisses traded waiting in the pouring rain.

Now I’m standing here thinking about what to do,

I wanna hurt that truck cause I know it’ll hurt you.

(Pre-chorus)

Yea, Carrie had it right when she slashed them tires,

Yea her words got me thinkin’ and inspired.

Carved her name in them leather seats,

Tho the way I’m feelin’, I might have her beat.

(Chorus)

Cause I really hate that pickup truck,

That jacked-up Chevy messin’ me up.

Hate that radio turned up loud,

Cruisin’ slow through this little town.

Them faded tires and that tailgate rust,

Still got my whole world covered in dust.

Yeah, I swore one day I’d give him up,

But I still hate that pickup truck.

(Bridge)

He may not have cheated,

But that should be me on his leather seats.

I don’t got a Louisville slugger but I’ll bash those headlights,

I want to destroy his stupid K C brights.

I’ll slash every one of them tires,

Pour some gasoline and set the whole damn thing on fire.

(Chorus)

Cause I really hate that pickup truck,

That jacked-up Chevy messin’ me up.

Hate that radio turned up loud,

Cruisin’ slow through this little town.

Them faded tires and that tailgate rust,

Still got my whole world covered in dust.

Yeah, I swore one day I’d give him up,

But I still hate that pickup truck.

Cause I really hate that pickup truck,

That jacked-up Chevy messin’ me up.

Hate that radio turned up loud,

Cruisin’ slow through this little town.

Them faded tires and that tailgate rust,

Still got my whole world covered in dust.

Yeah, I swore one day I’d give him up,

But I still hate that pickup truck.