Hope That’s True Morgan Wallen

[Verse 1]
I hate that S-Class Benz that you're so damn proud of
You hate my truck 'cause you can't climb out of it
And I'll admit it, girl, I said it and I meant it
Yeah, I loved you for a minute, but we damn sure different
It's been a week since you went and hit the highway
And made it clear that I oughta have it my way
But my way looks a whole lot better
With just my truck in the driveway

[Chorus]
And I hope you find you a high-rollin', high-rise view
That you don't get in the country
And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar-sign eyes
And a pocket full of money
And it ain't that I want you to think
That I hate every single little thing you do
But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you
I hope that's true

[Verse 2]
You got drunk one night and told me I was white trash
I was high, but I guess I wasn't high class
Enough to show up with you on your arm
We were never gonna be two kids on a farm