I've become aware of your glare out of the corner of my eye
No one must've told you that it's not polite to stare, oh tough guy
Oh tough guy why don't you fly away like a pretty little bird up in the sky
Take a chance or you'll never get to dance oh tough guy
Wouldn't you like to be free from your mediocrity Carharts and camouflage the car in your garage short hair and no bright colors passing out on your lovers you only like things to be a certain way and everything outside of the box is gay
Fuck bust a nut bae buckle up
Say what uppercut Punk knuckle up
Throwing hundreds in the club because that's what we does and we showing no love because we Blowin these dubs
Stay iced like a mug from the white china dove in the trap with the desert E know when we thug
Catch a slug in your chest if you test with the best I molest children
OK I think we can get the gist every song is like a list of the same six things you like smoking lots of weed and objectifying women money cars getting drunk and having a gun
OK Dunn are you done yet and are we having fun yet you know Cus I can't tell anyway we might as well just fly away tonight oh tough guy