Fuckin' it
song is called Eviction Notice, it's a 2-parter It's how drugs are the gateway to fun and flat laugh lines
There's effort in her smile and it shouldn't be way Her last days are being snuffed out in an ashtray, and pricely Trying to intercept the passing I've asked nicely
But I've learned not to the hand that bites me morning the cradle rocks the hand As I bang on and pans she's just playing in her warning labeled box She a man I can look up to, a role model to come through-- Don't bother unpacking your car...cinogen filled sticks girl will spit fire Got me doing pirouettes over her guilt trip I still by a land mine or two, see I've learned the landscape All the practicing my firm handshake Hair, trigger-finger to spark any conversation Said explosive personalities don't part confrontation What happens in her lips She a fix more than she knows her friend's a bitch And to go
a note on the door.. Eviction
"Listen, one of us is leaving, and when I say US I YOU... leaving. (You're leaving... You're leaving.)"
I'm in the y'all, I'm in the house y'all And ain't no little piece of paper gonna me out y'all! I'm in the house, I'm in the house And no legal separation gonna kick my ass out I'm in the house y'all, I'm in the y'all And ain't no new boyfriend kick me out, y'all! Fuck that, I'm in the house, I'm in the Ain't no snot-nosed brat kick my ass out
Pick ME! leave me believe me please me believe me please Please me believe me please leave me please believe me, me leave me..
This song is Eviction Notice, it's a 2-parter Basically it's about how sacrifice and vices invite themselves to an welcome at your haunted house parties
There's effort in her smile and it shouldn't be like Her evenings have her drowning in a nightcap, and that's costly Trying to keep her on the right I ask softly But she says "BACK OFF ME" And I've learned to her private respect She breathes some room to and every afternoon proceeds To mix her liquid sitter while baby food to feed She wants I man I can look up to, a mentor-- you! Get things packed Yes kids, the is the message in the bottle Before the dawn she'll have to all fetal positions by ingesting a pill Crawling fast until I get rewarded for how good I've While practicing my wave.. Should I stay? After my escape routes And out, "Is there a lifeguard in the lighthouse?" To the rescue bottle mouth-to-mouth her lips she sips She needs a fix more she knows her friend's a bitch
And there's a on the door.. notice
Fun times fun times, ("Fuck you!") fun fun times fun times ("Fuck you!") Fun times fun times, fun fun times fun times ("Fuck you, get the out of my house...") Fun fun times, fun times fun times fun times Fun times fun times, fun fun times fun tiiiimes!!! ("Fuck YOU!") One more time guys, fun times fun fun tiiiimes! ("Get out.")
I you
("Get out!!! Get the out of here! GET OUT!! Go.")
Your mother would to hear from you