Feelin' Me - The Lacs, Racket County, Dirt Rock Empire

Honky tonk, a big redneck goon

Caught more fish than a man in the moon

And I been around town, ain’t much to see

Bunch of young buckwheats in they skinny ass jeans

DAC you’re from the 6 by 9s

Got one spare tire and the rest show wire

I creep I back fire, smoking you out

Remember uncle Buck, yeah I’m that guy

See, y’all stuck in the bars with same old

Main brand folks man y’all lame-o

Let me hit the whiskey, few toasts

And show you all something bout the redneck tango

Put you on the payroll, stacking out

Let’s just flip through the book, you can starting to doubt

I’ve been sitting round the finish line, show for grabs

And 'cause you’re real slow mo like carpet fiber

Pop a stallion on the ass, giddy-up

Town lab boy, bad boy, better get shut down

Recognize a rebel when he pull up at the party

Hid up off until I bringin in the monty

Tip my hat to the folks in the back

But it sure is sad that you can’t get less

I’ll stab my flag at the top of the hill

So you all know how I feel

I’m feelin' me

I’m really feelin' myself tonight

So if you thinking bout hating

Don’t even waste your time

I’m feelin' me

The dirt bags ready I’m willin to down

I’m feelin' me

So I’ma do my thing till

they don’t love me no more

You see that primered up truck in my yard on them blocks

You know my neighbors cook it up and they ain’t welcoming cops

I got the mason jars buried in the pen with the hogs

A double barrel that I carry with my three legged dog

I’m so horny baby, yeah you can’t go wrong

And you gon' flaunt it baby, keep it moving along

'Cause I ain’t looking for a normal chick, I’m looking for the baddest

I’m big shit dirty with a rockstar status

I’m talkin about a fling, I’m not talking bout forever

That nasty Jesse James type to bump the Cinderella

Get up on this boat, call us Tommy and Pamela

Then post a video, make folks say «Damn it bruh»

I’m feelin' me

I’m really feelin' myself tonight

So if you thinking bout hating

Don’t even waste your time

I’m feelin' me

The dirt bags ready I’m willin to down

I’m feelin' me

So I’ma do my thing till they don’t hate me no more

Yeah been gone, fill me cup

Liquor bottle in my hand, bout to tilt it up

While I talk to your girl, while you’re still in love

Like Netflix girl, we gon' chill, or what?

I’m feelin' me

I’m in the back of the room

Getting shitface drunk and I’m actin a fool

Like I don’t need to smoke but you can pass me the doob

Till I’m Neil Armstrong and I’m blazed to the moon, like yeah

Haha, party hard, got your girl top off like Mardi Gras

When I walk in the room then the party start

Hard target, you the one I party Garth?

Nope, not today, truck loud, you can hear me from a block away

But I been hitting hard like Dr. Dre

If you ain’t heard that this is what I got to say

I’m flyer than Clark Kent

I’m in the tighest studio and we ain’t talking no hiring apartment

You been sittin by a millionaire this whole time

I didn’t realize I’m Forrest Gump from the park bench

So why you tell us bout your corporate hardships

I have experience in your new sports car rims

I’ve been standing behind you crunching corn chips

Like ignore this making bored fart noises with my armpits

These rappers are really dreaming

I can murder these kids or I can silly string’em

And you still want beef if I can really eat 'em

I’ma leave it with the sharks like Willie Beaman

I’m just tryna get my piece of the pies

Step in line or step aside for everyone that applies

Cut my mic, I’m gonna reach for the sky within the blink of an eye

You getting mad not to reason that out

I’m feelin' me

I’m really feelin' myself tonight

So if you thinking bout hating

Don’t even waste your time

I’m feelin' me

The dirt bags ready I’m willin to down

I’m feelin' me

So I’ma do my thing till they don’t hate me no more

I’m feelin' me

'Cause I’m really feelin' myself tonight

So if you thinking bout hating

Don’t even waste your time

I’m feelin' me

The dirt bags ready I’m willin to down

I’m feelin' me

So I’ma do my thing till they don’t hate me no more

I’m feelin' me

I’m feelin' me

I’m feelin' me

Feelin' myself, feelin' myself, feelin' myself, feelin' myself