Cut My Jeans

Cut my jeans and I ain't got no remorse

Cause now I'm lookin' steez, new white tee, now with some jorts

And I think I broke a couple laws, I'll wear the fit to court

She feelin' on me while I'm feelin' on her torso

Come on saddle up the horse

You can cut my hands off, but just know the beer still pours

And this drink taste kinda fruity, I don't want it anymore

I wash it down with beer and then I have a couple more (Yessir)

Couple more, then I had a couple more

Now I'm out here huntin, searchin, lookin' for the dance floor

And my boots slappin, toes tappin, even got the sway