duck's lament (feat. Billy Castillo)
Backyard smoking
Laughing, joking
Backyard smoking with your feet on top of mine
I made a new video
Because I need a new car stereo
Oh my Jesus I can't believe it
I made a new best friend
Remember the time when turpentine
Was only used to remove paint
I saw a bitch walk barefoot down the street and exposed her taint
I believed that Foreman's lame cause he's best friends with an ocelot
Just cause he puts his feet on mine doesn't excuse the fact I'm losing my mind
Backyard smoking
Laughing, joking
Backyard smoking with your feet on top of mine
I heard a song called Pancake Love by a band called Flow State
It was nice so I felt hyped and flapped my wings and said hey hey hey
People say "what the duck" when I flap my wings as I drive my truck
I drank beer and waved hello as I ate pudding, chicken, and Jello
I forgot to buy "forget me nots"
I tell you what it makes me feel quack
It's funny because I'm a duck
Quack quack quack what the the fuck
I tell you what, I feel fowl
And that's a play on words that can make me howl
How can it be I'm kinda outta words
But I tell you what, that's okay
Laughing, joking
Backyard smoking with your feet on top of mine
I made a new video
Because I need a new car stereo
Oh my Jesus I can't believe it
I made a new best friend
Remember the time when turpentine
Was only used to remove paint
I saw a bitch walk barefoot down the street and exposed her taint
I believed that Foreman's lame cause he's best friends with an ocelot
Just cause he puts his feet on mine doesn't excuse the fact I'm losing my mind
Backyard smoking
Laughing, joking
Backyard smoking with your feet on top of mine
I heard a song called Pancake Love by a band called Flow State
It was nice so I felt hyped and flapped my wings and said hey hey hey
People say "what the duck" when I flap my wings as I drive my truck
I drank beer and waved hello as I ate pudding, chicken, and Jello
I forgot to buy "forget me nots"
I tell you what it makes me feel quack
It's funny because I'm a duck
Quack quack quack what the the fuck
I tell you what, I feel fowl
And that's a play on words that can make me howl
How can it be I'm kinda outta words
But I tell you what, that's okay
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Writer(s): William Castillo
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