Equestrian Trail Freestyle #2

Burnt paper towels Sun in the clouds A bright pink house A liar dancing around Living room with no couch Beds for the mouses And a bottle of Dom I'm not a liar, girl, I'm just a idiot Your mom don't like tire marks So I'm fixing it I might retire without my certificate Always got ice in my eyes when in Michigan She seeing stars when she eating, no Michelin One day I'm gonna have to face our differences 'Cause you're a superstar riding a horse I can open all of these doors for you Even though, once you're all mine Yeah, I'm on my way now, but everything good?