VERSEЖ
Dirt road
Cold beer
Blue jeans
Red pickup
Rural noun, simple adjective
[Spoken]
And when you're not singing you just talk in the middle like this
No shoes
No shirt
No Jews
You didn't hear that
[Spoken]
You also didn't not hear it
PRE CHORUS:
I walk and talk like a field hand
But the boots I'm wearing cost five grand
I write songs about riding tractors
From the comfort of a private jet
CHORUS:
I can sing in mandarin
And still know I'm pandering
Hunting deer and chasing trout
Cold Bud Light with the logo facing out
Hear that subtle mandolin
That's textbook pandering
I own a private ranch that I rarely use
INTERLUDE:
[Spoken]
One verse, one chorus in the bag
Now it's time to talk to the ladies
I am hoping my Southern charm offsets
all these rape-y vibes I'm putting out
VERSE:
Good girl
In a straw hat
With her arms out in a corn field
That's a scarecrow sorry.
Thought that was a human woman. start that over again
Cold night
Cold beer
Cold jeans
Strike that last one
I want you
I hope you're feeling me
[Spoken]
Once again just talking in the middle
PRE CHORUS:
We go to bed and you doze off
So I take your country girl clothes off
I put my hands on your body
It feels like hay, it's a fucking scarecrow again
CHORUS:
White mics and pampering
Fuck your ears I'm pandering
I write songs for the people who do
Jobs in the towns that I've never moved to
Legalize gerrymandering
Tolerate my pandering
You got a beautiful mouth
I got a beautiful dick.
[Spoken]
You dumb motherfuckers want a key change?
CHORUS:
Thematically meandering
phatically pandering
I got a tight grip on my demo's balls
Say the word "truck" and they jizz in their overalls
You don't know what land you're in
I'm in the land of pandering
And I'll be upfront
I do what I do cause I'm a total fucking cunt..ry man