Make Sure You Get My Name Right

MAKE SURE YOU GET MY NAME RIGHT”
(Patrick Jason Matthews/Lee Brice)


People say I’m a hellraising bad boy
Can’t be saved, I’m the devil’s little chew toy
They call me shady say I'm a p.i.m.p.
Talking junk man and they don’t even know me

Don’t hate the player, hater, you can hate the game
Say what you wanna say I ain’t got no shame

(chorus)
Just make sure you get my name right
Make sure you get my name right
I’ve got ten thousand people come to see me tonight
So when you hang it on the marquee up in lights
Make sure you get my name right

I wrecked a Bentley so rumour has it
I’m doing drugs now, I’m making it a habit
I read in people I’m datin' Paris Hilton
Ya’ll keep on writing, you're making me a killing

Go on and spread that dirt, you ain’t hurting me (oh, no)
There’s no such thing as bad publicity

(repeat chorus)

(instrumental)

Ya’ll can’t fathom how this country boy went platinum
With your stone tied around my neck
Yeah ya’ll might be cussing me
Just remember when you’re cutting me that big fat royalty check

(repeat chorus)