Big Buck
I'm in a gillie suit
Gang dog with the long range
Gone buck, broke back with a bear cage
Interviewed, but never know what I say
No luck, this buck got guff
Some skinny dude in the hi-vis drive way
Get fucked
Pulling out my truck
I really do
Do it all on the highway
Do it all on the highway
I see real tree, by your fake leather
Safety off so the bass wetter
Bad dreams in your fleece sweater
Don't ask me how to sleep better
Oh that's real cheap, taking cheap shots
Find he'll be, in your eavesdrop
Don't fear thee, can't hear me
Can't see me sucker that's real tree
So fuck what you do
Fuck what you thinking you see
Yeah
Something you want?
Nothing so fucking retreat
Yeah
Fuck what you do
Hiding up into the trees
See
No one to see
No one to be in your home
So fuck what you do
Fuck what you thinking you see
Yeah
Something you want?
Nothing so fucking retreat
Yeah
Fuck what you do
Hiding up into the trees
See
No one to see
No one to be in your home
I'm in a shitty suit
But I fuck like a balmain
No luck
No luck what you all say
Little room
Whole views of the hallway
No curse but the clicks off all day
Middle tooth in my mouth like nervous
Might bite like a pit bull fight
That isn't true so I might need mercy
Get fucked pulling out my hearse
Like no luck
Need change like purse
Like big buck
Like came down kicking
No big truck, that's a Big Mac
And I'm buzzing you in, for a big chat
And that's real cheap, in my cheap sweater
No dead bird, that's polyester
I'm head first, no safety on
But my steady hand, like real calm
Might die for the heck
Then try fuck nurse
Might try for the next best earth
Fuck that like
I'm burnt
Am I to quit
Get what I earnt
Get caught
No cause
And he messed it
No fucks
But a shame
Like a letter bomb
I saw rain
Like change
What I really want
Comes in waves
But I won't get wet
Head toe gore tex
Don't get in bed
Bad dreams all set
But it hides in trees
So I don't get get
Head toe gore tex
But I get no break
Does he have the nerve
And it feels so great
Gotta get that hearse
Gotta cut those brakes
This life is cursed
So fuck what you do
Fuck what you thinking you see
Yeah
Something you want?
Nothing so fucking retreat
Yeah
Fuck what you do
Hiding up into the trees
See
No one see
No one to be in your home
So fuck what you do
Fuck what you thinking you see
Yeah
Something you want?
Nothing so fucking retreat
Yeah
Fuck what you do
Hiding up into the trees
See
No one see
No one to be in your home
So fuck what you do
Fuck what you thinking you see
Yeah
Something you want?
Nothing so fucking retreat
Yeah
Fuck what you do
Hiding up into the trees
See
No one see
No one to be in your home
Gang dog with the long range
Gone buck, broke back with a bear cage
Interviewed, but never know what I say
No luck, this buck got guff
Some skinny dude in the hi-vis drive way
Get fucked
Pulling out my truck
I really do
Do it all on the highway
Do it all on the highway
I see real tree, by your fake leather
Safety off so the bass wetter
Bad dreams in your fleece sweater
Don't ask me how to sleep better
Oh that's real cheap, taking cheap shots
Find he'll be, in your eavesdrop
Don't fear thee, can't hear me
Can't see me sucker that's real tree
So fuck what you do
Fuck what you thinking you see
Yeah
Something you want?
Nothing so fucking retreat
Yeah
Fuck what you do
Hiding up into the trees
See
No one to see
No one to be in your home
So fuck what you do
Fuck what you thinking you see
Yeah
Something you want?
Nothing so fucking retreat
Yeah
Fuck what you do
Hiding up into the trees
See
No one to see
No one to be in your home
I'm in a shitty suit
But I fuck like a balmain
No luck
No luck what you all say
Little room
Whole views of the hallway
No curse but the clicks off all day
Middle tooth in my mouth like nervous
Might bite like a pit bull fight
That isn't true so I might need mercy
Get fucked pulling out my hearse
Like no luck
Need change like purse
Like big buck
Like came down kicking
No big truck, that's a Big Mac
And I'm buzzing you in, for a big chat
And that's real cheap, in my cheap sweater
No dead bird, that's polyester
I'm head first, no safety on
But my steady hand, like real calm
Might die for the heck
Then try fuck nurse
Might try for the next best earth
Fuck that like
I'm burnt
Am I to quit
Get what I earnt
Get caught
No cause
And he messed it
No fucks
But a shame
Like a letter bomb
I saw rain
Like change
What I really want
Comes in waves
But I won't get wet
Head toe gore tex
Don't get in bed
Bad dreams all set
But it hides in trees
So I don't get get
Head toe gore tex
But I get no break
Does he have the nerve
And it feels so great
Gotta get that hearse
Gotta cut those brakes
This life is cursed
So fuck what you do
Fuck what you thinking you see
Yeah
Something you want?
Nothing so fucking retreat
Yeah
Fuck what you do
Hiding up into the trees
See
No one see
No one to be in your home
So fuck what you do
Fuck what you thinking you see
Yeah
Something you want?
Nothing so fucking retreat
Yeah
Fuck what you do
Hiding up into the trees
See
No one see
No one to be in your home
So fuck what you do
Fuck what you thinking you see
Yeah
Something you want?
Nothing so fucking retreat
Yeah
Fuck what you do
Hiding up into the trees
See
No one see
No one to be in your home
Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Clay, Harry Welsh, Joe Goddard
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