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
