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 Route 66, 66
Yeah
I need a bottle, make it Southern
Gulp it down like a buzzard
A blank check, don't got you covered
You 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 motherf*ckers
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 f*ckin' cheerin'
For that horse shit, nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty
Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty motherf*ckers
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 motherf*ckers
With a ten foot rake, yo, I wouldn't wanna touch ya
Horseshit on Route 66 Video (MV)
Performed By: The Garden
Language: English
Length: 2:38
Written by: Fletcher Steven Shears, Wyatt James Shears
The Garden - Horseshit on Route 66 Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
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 Route 66, 66
Yeah
I need a bottle, make it Southern
Gulp it down like a buzzard
A blank check, don't got you covered
You 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 motherf*ckers
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 f*ckin' cheerin'
For that horse shit, nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty
Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty motherf*ckers
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 motherf*ckers
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 Route 66, 66
Yeah
I need a bottle, make it Southern
Gulp it down like a buzzard
A blank check, don't got you covered
You 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 motherf*ckers
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 f*ckin' cheerin'
For that horse shit, nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty
Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty motherf*ckers
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 motherf*ckers
With a ten foot rake, yo, I wouldn't wanna touch ya
Writer: Fletcher Steven Shears, Wyatt James Shears
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.