Tekst piosenki 'Up Yours' wykonawcy Trey Lewis

There's a big detour down third street
So I had to drive up yours
And I flipped your house a bird
Squealed the tires and honked the horn
Met my buddies at some new joint
Where I’ve never drank before
This place ain’t up my alley nah
But girl it's right up yours

Of all the songs the band can play
There they go crankin' up yours
Ran into your friend old what's her name
And she keeps bringing up yours
Let it rain I pour
Y’ain't mine no more
I thought whiskey's 'sposed to drown a memory
But it just keeps on stirring up yours

I know you ain’t got a tab in here
But if ya did I'd run up yours
I probably shoulda stayed at home
With a cold six pack of Coors
'Cause the more I drink the more I think
About what I’m drinking for
Yeah I'm just trying to keep my phone
From calling up yours

Of all the songs the band can play
There they go crankin' up yours
Ran into your friend old what's her name
And she keeps bringing up yours
Let it rain I pour
Y’ain't mine no more
I thought whiskey's 'sposed to drown a memory
But it just keeps on stirring up yours

These days you're messing up all my nights
I wonder if I’m messing up yours
These days you're messing up all my nights
I hope I’m messing up yours

Of all the songs the band can play
There they go crankin' up yours
Ran into your friend old what's her name
And she keeps bringing up yours
Let it rain I pour
Y’ain't mine no more
I thought whiskey's 'sposed to drown a memory
But it just keeps on stirring up yours

I hope I'm messing up yours
Up yours