Horton Hears a hater

(Intro)

Yeah

Boots in the mud, trunk in the crater

Big ears twitchin’ — Horton hears a hater

(Verse 1)

Horton hears a hater in a hedgerow holler,

Tiny little voice but it bark a bit louder,

Said, “You ain’t that guy, you ain’t goin’ no farther,”

I just tipped my hat and I turned up the starter.

Got a backroad bounce and a bassline shaker,

Sweet tea sip but the vibe mean major,

They chirp-chirp-chirp like a barnyard faker,

I stomp-stomp-stomp like a steel-toe breaker.

From a speck of dust to a sold-out show,

From a hand-me-down to a hand-on-the-throne,

They tweet-tweet-tweet but I reap what I sow,

Plant good seeds, watch a whole field grow.

He said, she said, what they all said,

Words so small but they live in your head,

I hear that buzz but I don’t play dead,

I build my barn with the doubt they spread.

(Pre-Chorus)

In a clover patch, in a pickup cab,

In a small-town dream they ain’t never had,

I hear that chatter but I don’t get mad —

I just grin real big like, “Is that all you had?”

(Chorus)

Horton hears a hater, way down low,

Whisper in the wind sayin’, “Don’t you grow.”

But I grow-grow-grow like a cornfield row,

Stand ten toes where the red dirt glow.

Boom in the trunk, let the whole town know,

Pop-trap twang with a radio flow,

You can yap-yap-yap but I glow-glow-glow —

Horton hears a hater… still I go-go-go.

(Verse 2)

They scribble little riddles tryna belittle my middle,

Play fiddle with a rumor like it’s sweet and it’s simple,

But I triple my hustle, stack muscle on muscle,

Turn a rusted-out struggle to a gold-buckled bustle.

Got a rhyme so bright like a porch light flicker,

Got a drawl so slick make the whole crowdicker,

They titter and twitter, get bitter and quitter —

I glitter and get bigger and bigger and bigger.

On a speck, on a check, on a bet I was set,

Every “no” that they threw just a step to the next,

From a crack in the door to a kick through the deck,

Now the whole dang jungle yellin’, “Put respect!”

(Bridge – Half Sung / Half Rapped)

I hear ‘em in the haystack,

I hear ‘em in the hall,

I hear ‘em when the night falls

Tryna make me feel small.

But a voice is a voice, even mean, even slight —

So I carry mine loud every day, every night.

(Final Chorus – Bigger, Catchier)

Horton hears a hater, tiny little tone,

Tryna shake the roots of a boy full-grown,

But I roots-roots-root till I set that stone,

Make a kingdom outta sticks and a microphone.

Clap-clap-clap let the backbeat roll,

Trap hi-hat tick with the country soul,

You can doubt-doubt-doubt but I know what I know —

Horton hears a hater…

And I still won’t fold.

(Outro)

Big ears up, thick skin on,

From a speck to a storm I been strong.

Let ‘em whisper, let ‘em chatter —

Horton hears a hater.

It just don’t matter.

Wait—

Did you think I was done?

Nah, son. I just begun.

From a crumb to a kingdom I come, I become

What they said I could never become.

Hear a hum in the drum of the slum I’m from,

Now it’s thunder when I talk — feel it numb your lungs.

Tiny voice on a speck sayin’, “Boy, you through.”

But the jungle go wild when I stomp right through.

Got boots go boom and the hi-hats tick,

Got roots so deep they can’t move one brick.

Hater so small gotta squint to see,

But I treat every doubt like fuel for me.

If a voice is a voice, then mine gon’ ring —

From a clover-top town to a stadium sing.

(Snare building… building…)

In a field, in a Ford, in a flicker of doubt,

I can hear that murmur tryna phase me out,

But I grin real wide, chest puffed out —

“Is that all you got?” let me hear you shout.

Horton hears a hater way down low,

Whisper in the wind sayin’, “Don’t you grow,”

But I grow-grow-grow like a backroad row,

Tall corn king where the wild winds blow.

Glow so bright make the barn lights blink,

Pop-trap twang make the whole world think,

Clap-clap-clap let the 808 sink —

Every little doubt just another missing link.

Yap-yap-yap but I map my route,

Trap boots stomp when I step on the doubt,

From a speck to a check to a sold-out crowd —

Horton hears a hater, say it loud!

Horton hears a hater — hear that tone?

Tryna shake the bark of a tree full-grown.

But I stand-stand-stand like I carved in stone,

Built my throne from a mic and a metronome.

Grow-grow-grow, never go slow,

Row-row-row through the undertow,

They can chirp all day but I still outflow —

Horton hears a hater…

And I still outgrow.

(Final tag — crowd chant style)

Hear a hater?

Let ‘em talk.

Hear a hater?

Let ‘em squawk.

Big ears high — don’t ever stop.

From a speck to the top to the TOP to the TOP.