The Garden - Horseshit on Route 66 lyrics
[The Garden - Horseshit on Route 66 lyrics]
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
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
Route 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
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 Southеrn
Gulp it down like a buzzard
A blank check don’t got you covered
Need some help? Well, ask your mother
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
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 horseshit
Nasty, 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
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
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
Route 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
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 Southеrn
Gulp it down like a buzzard
A blank check don’t got you covered
Need some help? Well, ask your mother
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
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 horseshit
Nasty, 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
Nasty motherfuckers
With a ten foot rake, yo
I wouldn’t wanna touch ya!