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Somebody wrote "Quit" on a napkin, I took it out of my tip jar, laughin' Like, "Damn, what a asshole, man", I'm just a flat broke boy with a guitar askin' 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 you ask me But shit, I ain't the G.O.A.T., I'm thе black sheep Hell-bent to find closure, I can't lеt 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 singin' songs about drinkin' a fifth of Jack D, throwin' up, then wakin' up alone in my truck I heard the voice of God that night He said, "Keep goin', 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 Aus Songtexte Mania