It’s been rough out here. You walk around like you own this place. Talking big like you bought this town. But you don’t wanna see my wild side, babe. Don’t mess with me. I’ll show you what I’m about. Lip gloss, brass knuckles in my fanny pack. You really wanna run that mouth? (say it now) I can do it like the boys, but you don’t even know. Swing harder, talk louder, let my crazy show. Got mud on my boots, living wild and free. Yeah, I’m broke, but I spend like a queen at the Dollar Tree. There ain’t nothing wrong with that. I’m comfortable in my own skin, that’s a fact. Just me and my girls with my bra off, screaming out loud. I run this little nowhere like it’s my hometown crown I like my paycheck small. Still stretch it out to a Friday night. Thrift-store denim with the tags half torn. But I wear it like it’s high life bright. You look me up and down, like I’m something to laugh about. But I built my throne in a folding chair. Baby, watch me while I shout (sing it now) I can do it like the boys, but you don’t even know. Swing harder, talk louder, let my crazy show. Got mud on my boots, living wild and free. Yeah, I’m broke, but I spend like a queen at the Dollar Tree. There ain’t nothing wrong with that. I’m comfortable in my own skin, that’s a fact. Just me and my girls with my bra off, screaming out loud. I run this little nowhere like it’s my hometown crown Bare face, bad hair, I’m still that chick. Tank top, ripped jeans, country and grit. If you can’t take me real, then you can step aside. ‘Cause broke and bold’s my favorite kind of pride There ain’t nothing wrong with that. I’m comfortable in my own skin, that’s a fact. Just me and my girls with my bra off, screaming out loud.
