[Verse 1] Crown Royal in a Yeti, I’m a problem Tahoe parked crooked by the dollar lot Wranglers tight, boots untied, feelin’ John Wayne Talkin’ like the sheriff forgot Buddy texted, said the boys are at the lake I said, “Tell ’em I’m late, I’m at the wake” Funeral for a feeling I can’t shake Warm whiskey in a Sonic cup Half my life is almost handled Half my plans got candle smoke She said, “Baby, you’re a lawsuit” I said, “Good, then I’m not broke” He thinks he’s Swayze He’s more like Chris Farley I been dating Tommy Boy Since the Roadhouse closed early [Pre-Chorus] If the card don’t swipe We still smile real nice If the cops roll by We still act surprised If the room goes quiet We just hold that line Count to three Nobody panic [Chorus] It ain’t the end of the world It’s just smoke in the ceiling One more bad idea That we dressed up pretty It ain’t the end of the world It’s just life getting dramatic Baby, breathe in slow Nobody panic [Post-Chorus] Nobody panic Nobody panic Baby, breathe in slow Nobody panic [Verse 2] Female: Spanx on under my Sunday dress, I’m a fraud Female: Dolly on the Bose, Jolene took my job Female: Mascara running like Pamplona Female: Lying to my mama, saying I’m in Sedona TheThelma to his Louise, doing eighty in a Bronco Last call flashing, swore I wouldn’t go Bartender said, “Honey, you been here all week” I said, “Define week,” then I smiled real slow I got grace when the room is watching I got chaos in my purse He said, “Baby, what could happen?” I said, “Don’t make it worse” She’s a five-alarm fire And I’m a five-alarm liar We been burning down the church Since the choir went home If the card don’t swipe We still smile real nice If the cops roll by We still act surprised If the room goes quiet We just hold that line Count to three Nobody panic [Chorus] It ain’t the end of the world It’s just smoke in the ceiling One more bad idea That we dressed up pretty It ain’t the end of the world It’s just life getting dramatic Baby, breathe in slow Nobody panic [Post-Chorus] Nobody panic Nobody panic Baby, breathe in slow Nobody panic [Bridge] We don’t call it broken We call it bent We don’t call it running We call it rent well spent We don’t call it crazy We call it heat We don’t call it lost We call it free We don’t call it damage We call it style If it all goes sideways We just smile [Final Chorus] It ain’t the end of the world It’s just smoke in the ceiling One more bad idea That we dressed up pretty It ain’t the end of the world It’s just life getting dramatic Baby, breathe in slow Nobody panic
