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Lyrics
It's tradition in my house To bring the boy over unannounced On a mission for a spouse Don't you smile too big or he'll ask for your hand And you'll end up alone and endowed But it doesn't matter, anyhow, I don't bat for your team now ♪ Now I'm flying, windows down Burning grass on the temple grounds One foot out, shoot me down Mourn my death on the news, blame my mom and tattoos And keep saving your spit for the drought And I pray to a God that doesn't care, at least, not enough to be there Oh, I'm not afraid of dying But I swear to God, if I lose This self-proclaimed quitter Will have a bone to pick with you ♪ Bet you didn't think you'd see me
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Song Details
- Duration
- 03:45
- Key
- 1
- Tempo
- 119 BPM