This is a song about "Your hair line far back"

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

I'm sick enough to steal your cat, tear out all his hair

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

You've managed to keep your ears pealed and make it this far

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

Your pullin on my hair

Park my plane right there

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

Your beautiful hair gets to me like im finally at shore

Your far from figuring me out

I must go like fly route

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Haters say, "hey great" then turn back to drag hair

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care