Said F**k It

Aw, they gon' be mad about this one, boys Oh well, it'll be alright Fuck award shows, fuck the radio And the new up-and-comer and his female clothes With his glitter on his face and his pre-written songs He ain't from 'round here and neither is his boss Fuck the guy in the office with his jheri curl And his hands super soft like a teenage girl Fuck social media and them long hashtags With your bitch-made album cover lookin' like a- Yeah, I said the word fuck in a song on the charts Prolly breakin' beta male, achy breaky hearts With their mocha lattes and sparkly blue scarfs Sittin' in the room tryna fuckin' talk like us If country music was a rooster, you prolly wouldn't know it don't lay eggs If country music was a set of game cock gaffs, you'd prolly get stabbed in the hand If country music was baby chickens in the thicket Would you have corn dust covered on your britches? I am to country like rooster feed to a bucket Just fuckin', tellin' y'all, fuck it, yeah, fuck it So by now, you probably figured it out Mainstream pissed me off and made me have a dirty mouth But on the flip side, here's a little known fact I was born in Music City, still get no slack I got country songs tippin' a hundred million Get played at every mud park across Dixie Not to mention female singers wanna come and frisk me Especially when we're stoned in my F-150 If country music was a rooster, you prolly wouldn't know it don't lay eggs If country music was a set of game cock gaffs, you'd prolly get stabbed in the hand If country music was baby chickens in the thicket Would you have corn dust covered on your britches? I am to country like rooster feed to a bucket Just fuckin', tellin' y'all, fuck it This part of the song is called the bridge, and I'm 'bout to burn it down And make aware these sissy-ass big wigs can stop fuckin' up my hometown And I don't wanna hear that we ain't good enough or the radio ain't got room Bitch, I get the same spins on my Spotify list as your newest and hottest do 'Cause if country music was a rooster, I'd prolly be a big Cuban dong If country music was a six cock derby in Kentucky, be the last one standin' tall If country music was a walk string and barrel, I'd break loose and strut the yard 'Cause we are to country like rooster feed to a bucket And we like songs that say fuck it, yeah, fuck it, woo