Lainey Wilson & John Mayer - Phone, Keys, Wallet
When I'm ten minutes late, rushing like a hurricane through the house
Might leave the iron plugged in, but I got the surefires ironed out
Can't fit 'em all in my pocket, but I got a little list of go- tos
And that's Jesus, Jones, Mama
My phone, keys, wallet, and you
Boy, you know I'd lose my head
If it wasn't attached, got a couple screws loose
Be up a creek if I ever forget
What keeps the ground underneath my two boots
I'd be out of luck, lost, if I ever up and lose
Yeah, Jesus, Jones, Mama
My phone, keys, wallet, and you
I reach for 'em in the morning, at night, I'm getting better sleep
When you're laying in my bed, and the rest are all there at arm's length
If it all went to hell, Lord knows what the hell I'd ever do