Is that really bark?
Is that really bark?
That is rare if it shines
A bitter avocado hanging heavy on the tree
Or eat its leaves and become slaves of the dust
I feel that something is circling
Like a poop from the past
Your grandma takes (she takes)
My pair of shoes (my best shoes)
But my feet are mine
I just shouldn’t be here
The only gain is losing the taco
I fell in love with a NASCAR dance floor slut
Come inside the NASCAR shelter
I know where your sister stays
Well the middle East came after me
With NASCAR guard and jets
But then in the mirror I saw him
Mario was never there for me
Beaver broke his feet on foreign roads
If my dad could see me right now
He would never understand my pain
Gladly I shall see you again
That’s the sound of despair
My sandwich was so old
My feet were oh so cold
Alright motherfuckers
For this last part we’re gonna throw down
So let’s crank up the fuckin pan
Ah shit, that’s my fuckin shit