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I'm tryna get me my own, get me my own Kiss my momma, pack her bag and tell my daddy I'm sorry I ain’t make no announcement, I ain’t throw me no party Push my brother out the truck, I gotta do this alone If I don’t pick up the phone, I'm tryna get me my own Tell my girl I pack her bag, she tell me she wanna stay Thankful that she let me hang and she would've gotten away Six string and a notebook, I put in this song Some days I feel like I'm wrong, but I just want it my own Momma and daddy was cool, but I gotta get me my own If I don't pick up the phone, I'm tyna get me my own It’s my town, country boy, where I'm from, only night stars glow One road in my city, if a troop on it, better drive slow Packed up and left, I promised momma I’d call My ex had moved on and she ain’t miss me at all I told my lil’ brother to look after my dogs Big old trees from a town so small, I had to, I had to Kiss my momma, pack her bag and tell my daddy I'm sorry I ain’t make no announcement, I ain’t throw me no party Push my brother out the truck, I gotta do this alone If I don’t pick up the phone, I'm tryna get me my own Tell my girl I pack her bag, she tell me she wanna stay Thankful that she let me hang and she would've gotten away Six string and a notebook, I put in this song Some days I feel like I'm wrong, but I just want it my own Momma and daddy was cool, but I gotta get me my own If I don't pick up the phone, I'm tyna get me my own I'm tryna get me my own on my own terms Write the story of my life in my own words I know they won’t understand, but me and God got a plan I put it all in my hands like a road burn Packin’ up a Chevy like I'm never comin’ back Pickin’ up the pieces of the puzzle to my past Leave it all behind, it’s me, myself, and I So don’t y’all wonder why I won’t be surprised when I Kiss my momma, pack her bag and tell my daddy I'm sorry I ain’t make no announcement, I ain’t throw me no party Push my brother out the truck, I gotta do this alone If I don’t pick up the phone, I'm tryna get me my own Tell my girl I pack her bag, she tell me she wanna stay Thankful that she let me hang and she would've gotten away Six string and a notebook, I put in this song Some days I feel like I'm wrong, but I just want it my own Momma and daddy was cool, but I gotta get me my own If I don't pick up the phone, I'm tyna get me my own