Wild Flowers
Fuck these deadlines rules and regulations
Fuck all these smart phone machines
Fuck this company efficient gas car thing I been driving
Fuck the pinger with his rotten hickey breath
Fuck this cheap cologne on my neck and stupid beard I been riding
Fuck it all motherfucker Im going straight to the hotspot
Fuck all these brown envelopes sliding underneath my door
Fuck these goddamn things in my head
Fuck that guy at the gym that wont start looking at me when I piss
Fuck the kids on the sidewalk that laugh at me when I fall over
Fuck that old lady that gives me that gives me that fucking stink eye
Fuck that little stupid dog with its fury collar
Fuck it all motherfucker Im going straight to the hotspot
Just calm down man, settle down, its ok, do your thing
Its ok, we all been there do your thing, its ok
Thems the rules bub, break em all, just do your thing, have a ball
One more fucking time
I am the manager, that's right today is my day
So why don't you pick up your change
Walk out that door shove it right up your ass ok
How bout you fuck your own uncle
With your mothers dick you rotten saber toothed
How bout you roll down that hill real fast
How bout you all jump in that big old swamp shop
Three fingers up my ass ok lets go
Pull the rip cord Jim (how much fun was that?)
Fuck all these smart phone machines
Fuck this company efficient gas car thing I been driving
Fuck the pinger with his rotten hickey breath
Fuck this cheap cologne on my neck and stupid beard I been riding
Fuck it all motherfucker Im going straight to the hotspot
Fuck all these brown envelopes sliding underneath my door
Fuck these goddamn things in my head
Fuck that guy at the gym that wont start looking at me when I piss
Fuck the kids on the sidewalk that laugh at me when I fall over
Fuck that old lady that gives me that gives me that fucking stink eye
Fuck that little stupid dog with its fury collar
Fuck it all motherfucker Im going straight to the hotspot
Just calm down man, settle down, its ok, do your thing
Its ok, we all been there do your thing, its ok
Thems the rules bub, break em all, just do your thing, have a ball
One more fucking time
I am the manager, that's right today is my day
So why don't you pick up your change
Walk out that door shove it right up your ass ok
How bout you fuck your own uncle
With your mothers dick you rotten saber toothed
How bout you roll down that hill real fast
How bout you all jump in that big old swamp shop
Three fingers up my ass ok lets go
Pull the rip cord Jim (how much fun was that?)
Credits
Writer(s): Quinn Whalley, Craig Louis Higgins Jr., Benjamin Romans Hopcraft, Adam John Harmer, Marley Mackey
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