Intro Yeah Three hats on the table Whole room holdin’ breath Everybody want the answer Like they got a claim on what’s next But I ain’t no puppet for the cameras Ain’t no trophy for the shelf This the kind of choice that shows What the hell you really are inside yourself Verse 1 Three hats on the table, whole country on my line USC sellin’ sunsets like that fake-ass shine divine Smilin’ for the cameras, actin’ holy in the glow But that Hollywood shit don’t mean a damn thing when it’s fourth-and-goal Texas got boosters, big talk, ten-gallon pride Money get loud as hell when the truth ain’t much inside All gas, no brakes, yeah I heard that tired pitch But I ain’t tryin’ to drown in a burnt-orange pile of rich-boy shit Everybody got a vision when they sayin’ my name Everybody got a package wrapped in glory and fame But I can smell when a dream got perfume on the front And I ain’t built to be a mascot for some slick-ass stunt USC want flash Texas want flex Both talk big like the logo do the work on the chest But I come from blood, reps, pain, pressure, and fight Not some beach-boy brand or a checkbook in the night Pre-Chorus Yeah, they all got promises Yeah, they all got game But some roads build legends Some just polish a name And the louder they pitch it The more I’m able To see through the bullshit sittin’ on that table Chorus Three hats on the table One heart in my chest USC got the lights Texas talk like they blessed But one road got thunder One road got truth One road feel like bloodline Callin’ straight through Three hats on the table But two don’t fit me right One too damn plastic One too bought for the hype Yeah, love’s in the air And legacy’s in the blood When it all comes down I’ma choose what the hell I’m made of Verse 2 I ain’t hatin’ for the hell of it, I’m readin’ what I see USC feel like a movie set, not a place for me Too much gloss on the surface, too much script in the grin Like they recruit with a spotlight, not the fire within Texas got that kingdom talk, that heavyweight brand But sometimes all that damn ego make a boy sink in the sand Too many hands in the pie, too much noise in the hall I need a place where the pads talk louder than all Ashley on my mind and Norman in my chest But I won’t use one girl to justify the rest Nah, this choice too sacred, too deep, too real Gotta stand when I’m busted up and still know what I feel And Oklahoma hit different, not ‘cause it begged me to stay More like it looked me in my soul and said, “Boy, find your way” No fake glitter pitch, no billionaire parade Just crimson ghosts and a standard you either honor or break Pre-Chorus Yeah, they all want headlines I just want the truth Need a place that still mean somethin’ When the boy turns to dude And the more they keep talkin’ The more I’m able To hear my answer over all that noise at the table Chorus Three hats on the table One heart in my chest USC got the lights Texas talk like they blessed But one road got thunder One road got truth One road feel like bloodline Callin’ straight through Three hats on the table But two don’t fit me right One too damn plastic One too bought for the hype Yeah, love’s in the air And legacy’s in the blood When it all comes down I’ma choose what the hell I’m made of Bridge Let USC keep the palm trees And the soft-focus lies Let Texas keep the booster smoke And them money-drunk eyes I need weight in the walls I need ghosts in the grass Need a place where the standard Still whoop your ass Not for the clout Not for the scene Not for a photo with some rich folks grinnin’ at me For the kid in the living room watchin’ Saturdays Knowin’ one day he’d have to choose between the real and the fake Breakdown Yeah USC too pretty Texas too proud Both too busy tellin’ me what I should care about But Oklahoma felt like thunder with a purpose in it Like if I put that crimson on, I better damn well live it Final Chorus Three hats on the table One heart in my chest USC got the lights Texas talk like they blessed But one road got thunder One road got truth One road feel like bloodline Callin’ straight through Three hats on the table But two don’t fit me right One too damn plastic One too bought for the hype Yeah, love’s in the air And legacy’s in the blood When it all comes down I’ma choose what the hell I’m made of Outro Three hats on the table But the choice ain’t in cloth It’s in what kind of man stands tall When the cameras cut off And I can feel that answer comin’ Heavy, clean, and true Like Oklahoma already know Exactly what I’m gon’ do
