Horseshit on Route 66 Songtext
von The Garden
Horseshit on Route 66 Songtext
I need a bottle, make it southern
Gulp it down like a buzzard
A blank check don′t got you covered
Need some help?
Well, ask your mother
I don't need to roll in your shit
I don′t want to sit and listen
Don't need to roll in your shit
On the side of Route 66
Horseshit, yeah
On the side of Route 66
66
I need a bottle, make it Southern
Gulp it down like a buzzard
A blank check don't got you covered
Need some help? Well, ask your mother
I don′t need to roll in your shit
On the side of Route 66
Horseshit, yeah
On the side of Route 66
On the side of Routе 66
66
Yeah!
I need a bottle, make it southern
Gulp it down like a buzzard
A blank check don′t got you covered
Needed some help?
Well, ask your mother
I don't need to roll in your shit
I don′t want to sit and listen
Don't need to roll in your shit
Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty motherfuckers
With a ten foot rake, you bet I wouldn′t wanna touch ya
Put me out like a dark corner, I don't wanna hear it
When the city lights up, I ain′t fucking cheering
For that horse shit
Nasty, nasty, nasty
Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty motherfuckers
With a ten foot rake, you bet I wouldn't wanna touch ya
With a ten foot rake, you bet I wouldn't wanna touch ya
Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty motherfuckers
With a ten foot rake
Yo, I wouldn′t wanna touch ya
Gulp it down like a buzzard
A blank check don′t got you covered
Need some help?
Well, ask your mother
I don't need to roll in your shit
I don′t want to sit and listen
Don't need to roll in your shit
On the side of Route 66
Horseshit, yeah
On the side of Route 66
66
I need a bottle, make it Southern
Gulp it down like a buzzard
A blank check don't got you covered
Need some help? Well, ask your mother
I don′t need to roll in your shit
On the side of Route 66
Horseshit, yeah
On the side of Route 66
On the side of Routе 66
66
Yeah!
I need a bottle, make it southern
Gulp it down like a buzzard
A blank check don′t got you covered
Needed some help?
Well, ask your mother
I don't need to roll in your shit
I don′t want to sit and listen
Don't need to roll in your shit
Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty motherfuckers
With a ten foot rake, you bet I wouldn′t wanna touch ya
Put me out like a dark corner, I don't wanna hear it
When the city lights up, I ain′t fucking cheering
For that horse shit
Nasty, nasty, nasty
Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty motherfuckers
With a ten foot rake, you bet I wouldn't wanna touch ya
With a ten foot rake, you bet I wouldn't wanna touch ya
Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty motherfuckers
With a ten foot rake
Yo, I wouldn′t wanna touch ya
Writer(s): Wyatt Shears, Fletcher Shears Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com