The ugly funky duckling 🦆🎸🔥 - Glow up in the Grove

Yeah… I walked out that farm gate, bass too big for my back, feet too wide for the road… and the whole barnyard laughing. My feet hit the dirt, and the bass hit my back. Pretty soon… that road had a rhythm. They lined the rail like vultures in a row Fence sitters laughing as I waddled below “Look at that waddle — no sense of style!” “Ugly upstart, better turn back!” But I kept on walking to the old oak Grove Crossed the stream where the wild things move Found my shelter in that old oak Grove Crickets clicked and the woodpecker tapped My big old bass started talking back Roots down deep, basslines grew No one laughed when I missed my cue They just said: “Little duck, take time” Then the white swan drifted in, all silk and shine, said: “Darling, perhaps you are one of my kind” “Straighten those feathers, lift that beak high" Charmed for a second, I almost switched sides Then I grabbed that bass, looked her dead in the eyes, said: “No disrespect, but this is where I stand” Whole Grove knew — I don’t do ballet, I drop the heavy funk! Hit it! I ain’t nobody’s breakfast I ain’t nobody’s swan I’m the ugly funky duckling With the low end on! I ain’t nobody’s breakfast I ain’t nobody’s swan I’m the ugly funky duckling With the low end on! The Grove heard me first. When it was time to move on, I followed the stream the only way I knew: By going against it! I ain’t nobody’s breakfast! No sir! I ain’t nobody’s swan! No way! I’m the ugly funky duckling! Tell ’em! With the low end on! Hit it!