Simple Man, Complicated Taste

I don't need much in this life Just a cold, bare, clean truck I'm a simple man with a complicated taste Got a crooked past, I don't try to erase Give me love with the curves in a wild little laugh If she cuss me out in Spanish, I might just ask her back Cause I'm built for dirt roads, fights and faith But Lord knows I break for that big booty grace Don't need the world to know Transmissions grill on the weekends hair slicked back like I'm stuck in the deep end tattoo chest Fast ain't clean but I pray every night and I cook real mean Ain't no scholar but I read that body booty like a surren in a red hot body Speaks banglish calls me poppy got me eating tacos in the hotel lobby used to chase dreams now I chase her hips got a thing for the fire in her lips I'm built for tough with a soft hardcore in the am i too strong she said you're rough around the edges wrong i said damn right that's what you're sitting on she rolls her hips like a prayer i missed then cusses me out and blows me a kiss better than my circumstances I ain't got riches, I ain't got clout, but I got a woman that's screamin' shoutin' Spanish in bed and Walmart too, and I love every bit of that fiery view I'm a simple man with a whole lotta heat Got my boots and the dirt and her toes on the seat I don't ask much, just a thing and jeans and a little apron