Spend my whole questioning the things I’ve done
Watching Macie watch all her music, done
Wishing on pennies and counting all my guns
Thinking ‘bout how I should have run
Singing now ‘bout roses and their thorns
I’m not miss Americana and I don’t pretend to be
I’m just tryna be me, wanna reach my dreams

When I was kid I questioned the world at once
Never understood that the girls wanna bounce
Never knew, knew, that I was gonna become
The Next Americana Award

Spend my wholе questioning the things I’ve donе
Watching Macie watch all her music, done
Wishing on pennies and counting all my guns
Thinking ‘bout how I should have run
Singing now ‘bout roses and their thorns
I’m not miss Americana and I don’t pretend to be
I’m just tryna be me, wanna reach my dreams

The trips to Mexico, hope I’ve done you proud
Wanna reach the world, wanna get my crown
Feeling like I’ve fallen down, I hope I said that aloud
Never knew, knew, that I’d be bowing down
The Next Americana Award

Spend my whole questioning the things I’ve done
Watching Macie watch all her music, done
Wishing on pennies and counting all my guns
Thinking ‘bout how I should have run
Singing now ‘bout roses and their thorns
I’m not miss Americana and I don’t pretend to be
I’m just tryna be me, wanna reach my dreams

I wanted to be free, now I see, now I really see
That the girls back home were nobodies
At least that was Zoe sees
I remember Isabella and her stupid feasts
And Shea with her attitude
I told you hon, that would get you nowhere
I remember when I told everyone
That I was gonna be a big one
Now looky where I am, yeah where I stand
The Americana Award

Spend my whole questioning the things I’ve said ‘n done
I was writing music since the age of 10
Sleeping at night thinking about what’s to come
Hopefully by then I’ll be done

Spend my whole questioning the things I’ve done (The things I’ve done)
Watching Macie watch all her music, done (Pow, done)
Wishing on pennies and counting all my guns (Counting, and counting)
Thinking ‘bout how I should have run (Or maybe stayed)
Singing now ‘bout roses and their thorns (Fake people, don’t need them today)
I’m not miss Americana and I don’t pretend to be (No, no)
I’m just tryna be me, wanna reach my dreams (Reach my)
Yeah, yeah
Wanna reach my dreams
Baby, now I’m done