Lyrics

[Verse]
Brent’s got a hunger, a fire in his soul,
He’s dreamin’ of biscuits stacked in a roll.
He’s got his sights on a plate piled high,
Three hundred pounds and he’s shootin' for the sky.

[Verse 2]
Pancakes in the morning, ribs at dusk,
Cakes in the oven and bacon’s a must.
Fried chicken legs and gravy that pours,
He’s stockin’ his kitchen, bustin’ out doors.

[Chorus]
Oh Brent, he’s lettin’ himself grow wide,
Prides himself on the journey with every bite.
To three hundred pounds, his heart is set,
Livin’ his life, no regrets for Brent.

[Verse 3]
Cookies on the counter, pies on the rack,
A feast on the table, he ain't holding back.
Counting the calories ain’t in his game,
His belt's gettin' wider, but he's feelin’ the same.

[Bridge]
Folks may whisper, they just don’t know,
Brent’s building a body where his love can show.
On this open road, he’s gaining his truth,
Each pound’s a badge of his life’s pursuit.

[Chorus]
Oh Brent, he’s lettin’ himself grow wide,
Prides himself on the journey with every bite.
To three hundred pounds, his heart is set,
Livin’ his life, no regrets for Brent.