Verse 1
Cork pops. Glass sweats. We laugh at bad bets. Toast burns. Door slams. We don't give a damn. Phone dies. Car leaks. We stay out for weeks. In dog years, maybe. Tonight, we're babies.
Track 07 · Everywhere Isn't Texas
Second single
For one loud night, imperfection becomes the point. Bad bets, wrong turns, parking-lot tears, and unlikely friendships make room for a version of freedom that does not need to look respectable.
Written and produced by Tulio Costa · Performed by Calla Hayes
07Official lyrics
© 2026 Tulio Costa. All rights reserved.
Cork pops. Glass sweats. We laugh at bad bets. Toast burns. Door slams. We don't give a damn. Phone dies. Car leaks. We stay out for weeks. In dog years, maybe. Tonight, we're babies.
No plan. Just gas. The rearview's a liar. We're fast. We're trash. But we're still on fire.
Cheap wine and honest mistakes That's the recipe my soul takes Pour it sloppy, drink it straight Let the good bad luck circulate I'm not proud, but I'm not fake Just cheap wine and honest mistakes
Wrong turn. Dead end. Made a new best friend. Off-key. Belt it out. That's what it's about. Ugly cry. Parking lot. Forgot what I forgot. Lipstick. Smudged chin. Tomorrow, we begin again.
No shame. Just scent. Of rain on hot concrete. No fame. Just rent. This beat can't be beat.
Cheap wine and honest mistakes That's the recipe my soul takes Pour it sloppy, drink it straight Let the good bad luck circulate I'm not proud, but I'm not fake Just cheap wine and honest mistakes
"Did I just text my ex? ...Maybe." "Did I eat gas station sushi? ...Absolutely." "Would I do it again? ...Ask me in the morning."
Cheap wine! (Honest mistakes!) Sloppy pour! (Let's have some more!) Cheap wine! (Honest mistakes!) That's my core...