Hesher

40 ounce of green death, hella bottle Mickey's
Slo-mo patio, Emerald City
Heavy metal parking lot, whip cream cans
I slap that bass, she drops her pants
Long hair, don't care, jeans chain swangin'
Thumbs out, crooked teeth, rock head bangin'
Steel toe docs tracking mud in the club
Red carpet, don't give a fuck

'Cause I'm drunker than ever
Turned upper and fresher
I'm down for whatever
I'm going, I'm going, I'm going
Hesher

I'm going, I'm going, I'm going
Hesher

I might sleep barefoot on the beach
I might really sleep barefoot on the beach
I might, hmm, hitchhike to Coachella
Share my edibles and fill up your Corolla
I'm the second hand designer type of alcohol to minors
Kinda slurring off the cider with a gas station lighter, homie
You don't know me, less you know me
And if you do, you should know better
Stay away from me, I'm fuckin' Hesher

I'm going, I'm going, I'm going
Hesher

Trojan horse in the VIP
One brown bag full of Texas tea
Bathroom line too long
I'm filling up that Evian

'Cause I'm drunker than ever
Turned upper and fresher
I'm down for whatever
I'm going, I'm going, I'm going
I'm going, I'm going, I'm going
Hesher!

I'm going, I'm going, I'm going
Hesher!

I'm going, I'm going, I'm going
Hesher!

I'm going, I'm going, I'm going
Hesher!



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Frederic
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