Somebody wrote "Quit" on a napkin

I took it out of my tip jar, laughing

Like damn, what a asshole, man

I'm just a flat-broke boy with a guitar asking

For anybody to pay attention

It's not like anybody paid admission

I was just wishin' somebody would listen

Give me a shot, and I ain't talkin' 'bout Canadian Mist then

Florida, Georgia put me on the map

Morgan put me on the track

Fucked around and penned a couple hits

Chucked 'em out to see if they'd react

Talked about the way of life I live

All the things the country life will give

It's like I never left my neighborhood

But I burned out of it, and I turned out good

If ya ask me

But shit, I ain't the GOAT, I'm the black sheep

Hell-bent to find closure, I can't let go

A note somebody wrote like ten years ago put a chip on my shoulder

And if you wanted me to quit, you should've saved it, bro

If you don't wanna start shit, don't say it

And when it comes to the king, that's the radio

If you don't like my shit, don't play it

I don't give a fuck

I'ma still book arenas and fill 'em up

I'ma still keep singing songs about drinking a fifth of Jack D

Throwing up, then waking up alone in my truck

I heard the voice of God that night

He said, "Keep going, boy, it's all alright

I'ma bless your soul, so one day down the road

You'll be looking in the mirror like, 'I won that fight'"

So before you choose hate, get to know a guy

He might end up a poet that was born to fly

He might end up a man of the people

Damn, what a scene, a redneck glorified

With a stack of awards on a napkin

A bored little bastard wrote to try to warn a guy

Maybe I'm just petty

'Cause they're just metal

Wait, then again, so am I

Fuck you