I saw a message from an 817
Guess all your exes don't live in Texas
Tailed your car to a cheap motel room
Nice to finally put a face to the perfume
I could freak out, go batshit
Go home and cry it out on my mattress
I'm gonna let somebody love me
I'm gonna let somebody hold me
I'm gonna turn the tables on ya, leave a little karma in your sheets
You made this bed, but I'm the one who's gonna lie in it
You ain't the only one who's got something to hide in it
Cnd while you're out runnin round on me, I'll be sleeping like a queen in your California King
I'm gonna open up your good wine
Leave both glasses out for you to find
You got careless with your side game
Notches on your bed frame
I can do the same thing
I'm gonna let somebody love me
I'm gonna let somebody hold me
I'm gonna turn the tables on ya, leave a little karma in your sheets
You made this bed, but I'm the one who's gonna lie in it
You ain't the only one who's got something to hide in it
Cnd while you're out runnin round on me, I'll be sleeping like a queen in your California King
Cnd if you wonderin' why your pillow's still warm when you get back in the mornin'
It's cause I let somebody love me
It's cause I let somebody hold me
It's cause I turned the tables on ya, left a little karma in your sheets
You made this bed, but I'm the one who's gonna lie in it
You ain't the only one who's got something to hide in it
Cnd while you're out runnin round on me, I'll be sleeping like a queen in your California King
Your California King