Let me tell you something. You know when your man kinda sucks but he does you right because he lays the pipe like no other? Or when he's not as attentive as you want him to be in one moment, and in the next he manages to surprise you with his affection?
That's what this song is. This red headed bird of strife and struggle pulled through a nefarious reality television program to jump through our speakers and punch us all out with this country ass, classy-yet-rat¢¢hy anthem about hood liquor. And do you know what it sounds like? Some ignorant ass triumph. THIS song is breathe in my lungs. It's pep up in my step. Hell, this has more plays in my iTunes than 90% of Beyoncé's discography because when I'm a lil 2 on and this song comes on, ya'll can't stop me. Now all of you ****ers get in here and bask in K. Michelle's unattributable greatness, because it sure as hell doesn't make any sense how she manages to pull off these bangers but damn if she don't
