Gonna make it simple, gonna make it quick. You done messed around and she's got a bone to pick. Bone to Pick is outlaw country soul with a country-rap tongue, a blunt-force calling-out of every mealy-mouthed talker, fence sitter, and silver spoon darlin' who ever crossed her path. No time, no tact, just truth made to stick. The verses take aim one type at a time: the polite ones with a whole lotta bark and not enough bite who shake your hand and stab your back the very same day, the fence sitters too scared to lose and too scared to go all in, pick a side, honey, and the entitled ones who never broke a sweat wanting life on easy mode, faking like they're hustling, putting on a show. The bridge is the whole code of the persona laid bare: I ain't being cruel, I'm just honest, there's a difference, honey, you got a mouth writing checks that you can't cash like money, I'll say it to your face what they whisper behind your back, raised up with a backbone and I ain't picking up your slack. Two-faced, half-baked, backpedalin' acts need not apply. Written by Pamela Arsena. Pamela Divine on the Pamela Arsena label.
Gonna make it simple, gonna make it quick Well you done messed around and I've got a bone to pick Ain't got the time and I ain't got the tact For your two-faced, half-baked, backpedalin' act Gonna be blunt about it, make the truth stick You done messed around, I've got a bone to pick Well the mealy-mouthed talkers say it soft, say it polite Whole lotta bark and there ain't enough bite Can't never pin 'em down, can't never call the play Shake your hand and stab your back the very same day Fence sitters straddlin' that line so thin Too scared to lose and too scared to go all in Pick a side, honey, shit or get off the pot Quit waitin' on tomorrow and take your best shot Gonna make it simple, gonna make it quick Well you done messed around and I've got a bone to pick Ain't got the time and I ain't got the tact For your two-faced, half-baked, backpedalin' act Gonna be blunt about it, make the truth stick You done messed around, I've got a bone to pick Now the entitled little darlin' with the silver spoon shine Think the world owes a livin' and the front of the line Never worked a day, never broke a sweat Want life on easy mode and ain't paid no dues yet And the lazy run their mouth on full blast Too lazy to work but they want it quick and fast Want it all handed over, wrapped up with a bow Fakin' like they're hustlin', puttin' on a show Gonna make it simple, gonna make it quick Well you done messed around and I've got a bone to pick Ain't got the time and I ain't got the tact For your two-faced, half-baked, backpedalin' act Gonna be blunt about it, make the truth stick You done messed around, I've got a bone to pick I ain't bein' cruel, I'm just honest, there's a difference, honey You got a mouth writin' checks that you can't cash like money I'll say it to your face what they whisper behind your back Raised up with a backbone and I ain't pickin' up your slack Gonna make it simple, gonna make it quick Well you done messed around and I've got a bone to pick Ain't got the time and I ain't got the tact For your two-faced, half-baked, backpedalin' act Gonna be blunt about it, make the truth stick You done messed around, I've got a bone to pick
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