Lyrics

I said why not, wow!, cancel my order for the next 15 years (Wow!) I said why not, take me home with your girlfriend, mmm baby There's nothing much to do here. There's nothing left to lose That's why the white man, singing the blues way up in here (Wow!) Six suede moods, grocery No where to hide Fifty eight It's your women, in all kinds of damn motherfucking [?] over here, yow! Talk to me right now, Wyatt There's nothing going, there nothing to lose What a white man singing the blues I get a guitar Wow! Wow! I said Heart break, slamming doors And cold suedes Yeah! I said Tear drops, from my mother Wow! Of the god damn muffled blues, Lord (?) Yeah I do Yeah! Wow! There's nothing much going, woah, there's nothing good, with the loads That's why the white man That's why he talking Woah! I said Pizza, Crate Loots are all kind of pretty good What ever the hell was they come down with me Anytime sixty freezing donuts talk to father parents had them low locked up from the (?) What? please please please Mr. Sock. can I have my BBQ stand on the east side of the highway? I said "yes, take it, take it, take it, can you pay me the Money all the time, cause you know I go to the high school, shooting shot out the back of my bag, yeah! I said "yeah! I'm the goddamn man" yeah! (?) That's why I know Oh well, I like- I like nothing better but the thing everybody in the world who was living (?), or then a itty bitty squirrel Goodnight, pizza lovers I dedicated this song, to uh… Olivia