My friends say it's nasty

And they want nothin' to do with me

But there's somethin' so cathartic about usin' less energy

And it's so exhaustin' carin' what other people think

So I'm rippin' farts in front of my cat without judgment

Growin' like liberal weed in the government

Hollerin' at the top of my lungs for absolutely nothin'

And the world's not over yet

(whoopsie)

If you don't like our country songs

Then

Baby

Start runnin'

We don't do this for your approval or the new schoolers

Heartache is childless in view of us standin' here

Rippin' farts in front of our cats without judgment

Growin' like liberal weed in the government

Hollerin' at the top of our lungs for absolutely nothin'

And the world's not over yet

Reckon there's a place between the planets

Where I can fit my granny round my pinky

So I left it hangin' out to dry next to the sink

(it's just easier, you know?)

Who needs a map when you've got no destination

Who needs a bath when you're a perfect creation

(just let it breathe)

(yeah, like that)

My shirt's got a new stain

And I'm pretty sure I'm the one to blame

But I'm not playin' their high-society, proper game

Life's just better when you're livin' with a little shame

Rippin' farts in front of our cats without judgment

Growin' like liberal weed in the government

Hollerin' at the top of our lungs for absolutely nothin'

And the world's not over yet

(nope, not yet)

(still here)

(still fartin')