Yeah this one’s for everybody who’s ever had an ex pretend they “don’t listen.”

Uh-huh. Sure.

Woke up feelin’ fly, like The Weeknd in shades,

Tryna flex like Bruno but I just broke the gate.

Taylor shakes it off man, I just shake the dust,

But my boots still squeak like they don’t trust us.

My ex texted “Hello,” I said, “Girl wrong tone.”

If Adele wants a duet, she can call my phone.

I’m “unforgettable,” baby self-made king,

But I spilled sweet tea on my shirt still bling.

Yeah, I ain’t perfect, but I stay on beat,

Even if I trip over both my feet.

Life gets weird y’all know that song

But hit play, baby come sing along.

Yeah, all my exes stream my songs,

Just to hear me say their name wrong.

Drake writes feelings cool, that’s fine,

But I cry in a truck with a jar of moonshine.

From RiRi’s reign to Posty’s pain,

I turn heartbreak into backroad fame.

If it ain’t funny, it ain’t my thing

I’m the mash-up cowboy doin’ my swing.

Pulled up blastin’ Lizzo feelin’ bold as steel,

But the rooster sang off-key zero rhythm, no chill.

Tried moonwalkin’ smooth like MJ’s glow,

But I tripped on a feed sack call that “Blinding Toe.”

Played Post Malone while patchin’ the fence,

Auto-Tune don’t fix a life event.

Heard funky uptown beats while changin’ a tire,

Now I smell like smoke but I still spit fire.

Yeah, I mix heartbreak with a little mischief,

Turn a mess into a chart-top riff.

If you’re laughin’, then sing along

This is real life, not just a song.

Yeah, all my exes stream my songs,

Say “I don’t listen” girl, you so wrong.

Doja dances cosmic I don’t mind,

I just two-step crooked but right on time.

From Ed’s romance to Bruno’s gleam,

I make chaos sound like a dream.

If it ain’t funny, it ain’t my thing

I’m the mash-up cowboy doin’ my swing.

I’m genre-mixin’ like a DJ goat,

Boot-cut jeans and a puffer coat.

If Harry’s world is watermelon sweet,

Mine’s barbecue smoke and muddy feet.

Got Beyoncé dreams and a Lil Nas horse,

Ridin’ this wild boy, off-road course

But laugh it off, man, that’s the force.

Yeah, all my exes stream my songs,

I see their names when they sing along.

If heartbreak’s heat, then crank that flame

I turn real life into radio fame.

If it ain’t wild, it ain’t my thing

I’m the mash-up cowboy doin’ my swing.

Turn it up loud let the whole world sing.