Wild Flowers

Oh, fuck this deadline, rules and regulations and Fuck all this smartphone, machines, and Fuck this company fiction, gas car, fame, and Indriver, and Fuck Pinger with the rhyme, filthy breath, and Fuck this chick, Corona, my neck with stupid bead at every inch Fuck it all motherfucker I'm going straight to the hot-spot, yap (Hot-spot) And fuck all these brown envelopes that slide underneath my door, and I Fuck this goddamn things in my head, and I Fuck that guy at the gym who won't stop looking at me when I piss (Hot-spot) (What the fuck are you talking about?) And fuck the kids on the side walk that laugh at me when I fall over, and I Fuck that old lady that give me that fucking stinker, amen Fuck that little stupid dog with the furry color, amen Fuck it all motherfucker I'm going straight to the hot-spot, whoa Just calm down, settle down It's okay, do your thing It's okay, we all be married Do your thing man, it's okay Bend the rule Bob, break 'em all Just do your thing man, have the ball, ha-ha-ha-ah Ah, ouch, more One more fucking time, ooh I am the manager, that's right Today is my day So, why don't you pick up your change Walk out that door Shut the door at your ass Okay How about you fuck your own uncle With your mother's dick? You ride and sing that you, mm How about you roll down that hill real fast? How about you, oh, jumping on that big ol' slum sharp? Three things insult my ass, okay Let's go, hold me up for it Joe, wooh (Hot-spot) (Hot-spot) (Hot-spot) My back