Chance Alan

Lyrics

Alright little back-woods
Flamboyant
Even a publicity hoe hound
Give me a hot minute to explain K
I’m your Country Music Coroner
To them wannabes so-calleds

Ain't nobody gonna be knowin’ you name after this song
Sure as hell will know mine
Chance Alan Country Music Preacher
11 o’clock alarm’s going off in your head
Somethin’ ‘bout to be blowin’ it up
Ain't nobody remember nothing about you name
I get to rip your stages apart
Be getting all my shit-kickers aggression out
You hopin’ to hang on friendless and alone
You be unruly and rebellious
Be my afterlife American outlaw
Back-woods untamed thang being peed on by pups

They be telling me know matter da challenge
Believe in yourself
Wearin’ that neon nightlifes look
My stage is waitin’ true
No worries I’m coming after you too
Dontcha see the impossible
Hillbilly dethroning every legend
History
Hollar-back nooks and crannies
To become the highest certified country artist of all time
265 million units that ain’t shit
I didn’t just pass the bar I moved it to a different
Hollar-back come-getcha-some
Neon reckoning dirt
Be taking a countryfied takeover paralyzed old school
Straighten the fugg up
Country fans to a new-older age
Verdict is in
Countryfied Rednecka's DNA
Goat debate is officially over
Who’s next

Your still listening ain’tchas
Hell-yeahs you are
You are my witness
Let’s kick some Countryfied Rednecka’s Ass-kin’ for more
That’s what I’m for