Wild Flowers

(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