Animal Inc.

He wore a thrifted jacket
And those baggy pants
He'd hang out with his friends
So he could catch a buzz

And now he's wasted
Feeling so wasted

Smoking on the shittiest dope
That he could get
City white boy
Wanted a taste of that

And now he got it
Oh boy he got it

But you're all to busy
Licking some imaginary
Wounds you've got
Underneath

But you're all to busy
Licking some imaginary
Wounds you've got
Underneath

Your legs

Smoking weed under under your mom's s roof
Acting like the walls are smell proof
No one cares about your Bandcamp
You sound like shit you fucking vamp

But you're all to busy
Licking some imaginary
Wounds you've got
Underneath

But you're all to busy
Licking some imaginary
Wounds you've got
Underneath

Your legs

Your path of life
Must come to an end
Very fun
But where's the bread

Such a dog
Now go fetch a ball
You have an itch
You can't control



Credits
Writer(s): Vasco Morais
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