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!