Wild Flowers

Lyrics

(Verse 1) Oh, fuck these deadlines, rules and regulations, and Fuck all these smartphone machines, and Fuck this company fishing, gas, car, fame I've been driving, and Fuck the pinger with his rotten hickey breath, and uh Fuck this cheap cologne on my neck and stupid beard I been ridin', and Fuck it all motherfucker I'm going straight to the hot-spot, yep Hot-spot (Verse 2) And fuck all these brown envelopes sliding underneath my door, and uh Fuck these goddamn things in my head, and uh Fuck that guy at the gym that won't stop looking at me when I piss Hot-spot What the fuck you talkin' 'bout (Verse 3) And fuck the kids on the sidewalk that laugh at me when I fall over, and uh Fuck that old lady that uh gives me that fucking stink eye, and man Fuck that little stupid dog with that furry collar, man Fuck it all motherfucker I'm going straight to the hot-spot, woo! (Pre-bridge) Just calm down, yeah, settle down It's okay, do your thing It's okay, we all been there Do your thing man, it's okay Them's the rules, bub, break 'em all Just do your thing, man, have a ball, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha (Bridge) Ah, owww, oooh, one more fucking time, ooh I am the manager, that's right Today's my day So why don't you pick up your change Walk out that door Shove it right up your ass Okay? How about you fuck your own uncle With your mother's dick You rotten sabre-tooth [sound effect]? How about you roll down that hill real fast? How about you all jump in that big ol' slum shop Three fingers up my ass, okay? Let's go, hold me up for it, Joe, wooh (Outro) Hot-spot Hot-spot Hot-spot Ah, ah, ah