BLUNT

I’m blunt cuz that’s how god rolled me

And I’m a cunt…ry music queen

I like a little trailer in my trash

A little bitta Johnny in my cash

I’m hell on heels, in tight fittin jeans

I got a bible in my nightstand

A rolled joint in my center console

Little sour in my whiskey

And some southern in my draw

I grow where I am planted

And I reap just what I sew

I call em like I see em

If I ever… call back at all

I’m blunt cuz that’s how god rolled me

And I’m a cunt…ry music queen

I like a little trailer in my trash

A little bitta Johnny in my cash

I’m hell on heels, in tight fittin jeans

I moved out to the valley

I tried on a brand new style

Changed the way I talked

It was kinda fun for a while

But I got tired of foolin my own heart

And my roots they wouldn’t grow

So I’m rippin off the bandaid

and gettin back to what I know

I’m blunt cuz that’s how god rolled me

And I’m a cunt…ry music queen

I like a little trailer in my trash

A little bitta Johnny in my cash

I’m hell on heels, in tight fittin jeans

You better keep it real or keep away from me