[Verse 1 - Pop Punk Vocalist - Trying a fake Southern drawl] I traded my skinny jeans for denim with a brand-new tear I bought a gallon of pomade for my "rugged" outdoor hair I never saw a tractor, but I Googled what they do I’m singing 'bout a dirt road that I’ve never even driven through My label said the suburbs are a dwindling supply They told me "Go Nashville, or watch your career die!" So I'm leaning on a fence post, looking at a cow I don't know how to milk it, but I’m learning for the "now!" [Pre-Chorus - Building up with a stadium clap-beat.] Mention a dog, mention a girl, mention a cold glass of tea This is the lifestyle that's currently trending for me! [Chorus - Huge, anthemic, and ridiculous.] We got the hats, got the trucks, got the fancy new guitars! Every song's about my baby, beers, and cheap cigars! It sounds perfect, like we’re meant to play these bars— but we ain't country stars! [Verse 2 - Eli - Confident Rap Verse with a slight twang] Look, I'm from the city, I don't know about the harvest But I know that these royalties are coming in the largest I'm rocking rhinestones, I'm feeling like a rebel I got a steel guitar solo on a heavy-metal level We're talking 'bout the "heartland" from a penthouse in LA If it rhymes with "whiskey," man, I'm gonna let it play I call everybody "sir," I call everybody "ma'am" I’m just a city boy living in a country-fried scam! [Chorus] We got the hats, got the trucks, got the fancy new guitars! Every song's about my baby, beers, and cheap cigars! It sounds perfect, like we’re meant to play these bars— but we ain't country stars! Verse 3] I told the stylist, "Give me something that looks like I work" She gave me 4 hundred dollar boots that I’m scared to get in the dirt I’m talkin' 'bout the "simple life" while checkin' my WiFi bars Singin' 'bout the moonlight when I can’t even see the stars We got a banjo player hired from a Broadway show He’s playin' over loops that we made a week ago We’re "salt of the earth" with a massive security team Just a couple of phonies livin' out the Nashville dream! [Bridge - Breakbeat stops. Just an acoustic guitar and a whistle.] (Spoken): Is this... is this too much? (Producer voice): Keep going! Say something about a porch! (Vocalist): Uh... I love sitting on a porch! With my... flannel shirt! (Producer): Perfect. Platinum record. [Chorus] We got the hats, got the trucks, got the fancy new guitars! Every song's about my baby, beers, and cheap cigars! It sounds perfect, like we’re meant to play these bars— but we ain't country stars! [Outro - High energy finale.] We ain’t country stars! (Just check the streaming numbers!) Yee-haw! (Wait, do people actually say Yee-haw?) We ain’t country stars!
