HARDY – QUIT!! Lyrics

Somebody wrote “Quit” on a napkin
I took it out of my tip jar, laughing
Like damn, what a asshole, man
I’m just a flat-broke boy with a guitar asking
For anybody to pay attention
It’s not like anybody paid admission
I was just wishin’ somebody would listen
Give me a shot, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout Mist then

Florida, me on map
Morgan me on track
around a couple hits
’em out to see if they’d react
of I live
All give
It’s like I left my neighborhood
I out of I out good

ya ask me
I ain’t I’m black sheep
to find closure, I can’t go
A somebody wrote like ten ago, a on my shoulder
And if me to quit, should’ve saved bro
don’t don’t say it
And it comes to that’s radio
don’t like my don’t play it
I don’t a fuck
I’ma book fill ’em up
I’ma a of Jack D
Throwing up, my truck
I heard voice of night
said, it’s alright
I’ma bless day down road
You’ll looking ‘I won fight'”

get to a guy
a poet was born to fly
a man of people
what a a redneck glorified
With a stack of on a napkin
A bastard wrote to try to a guy
I’m just petty
‘Cause they’re just metal
again, am I

Somebody wrote “Quit” on a napkin
I took it out of my tip jar, laughing
Like damn, what a asshole, man
I’m just a flat-broke boy with a guitar asking
For anybody to pay attention
It’s not like anybody paid admission
I was just wishin’ somebody would listen
Give me a shot, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout Mist then

Florida, me on map
Morgan me on track
around a couple hits
’em out to see if they’d react
of I live
All give
It’s like I left my neighborhood
I out of I out good

ya ask me
I ain’t I’m black sheep
to find closure, I can’t go
A somebody wrote like ten ago, a on my shoulder
And if me to quit, should’ve saved bro
don’t don’t say it
And it comes to that’s radio
don’t like my don’t play it
I don’t a fuck
I’ma book fill ’em up
I’ma a of Jack D
Throwing up, my truck
I heard voice of night
said, it’s alright
I’ma bless day down road
You’ll looking ‘I won fight'”

get to a guy
a poet was born to fly
a man of people
what a a redneck glorified
With a stack of on a napkin
A bastard wrote to try to a guy
I’m just petty
‘Cause they’re just metal
again, am I