Hopefully Pitchfork Doesn’t Hear This Lyrics Super American
Jesus rides a Harley
Has someone ever told you
I think I miss the old you
Every single self we’ve invented is tentative
We all take the same drugs
But we don’t get the same buzz
Anyway, the sedatives are getting repetitive
I’m full on (OCD!)
I’ve got this (Rash on my leg)
Can’t smoke *** without (Letting it go to my)
Head shut off (Drives okay!)
But there’s some (Holes in the frame)
And it’s leaking all over
All over the place
Guns for sale at Walmart
Still need gas in your car
Aliens are secretive, man why don’t they just say what’s up?
$13 smoothie
Everything is groovy
No one better interrupt my yoga with Adriene
I’m full on (OCD!)
I’ve got this (Rash on my leg)
Can’t smoke *** without (Letting it go to my)
Head shut off (Drives okay!)
But there’s some (Holes in the frame)
And it’s leaking all over
All over the place
I’m full on (OCD!)
I’ve got this (Rash on my leg)
Can’t smoke *** without (Letting it go to my)
Head shut off (Drives okay!)
But there’s some (Holes in the frame)
And it’s leaking all over
All over the place
I’m full on (OCD!)
I’ve got this (Rash on my leg)
Can’t smoke *** without (Letting it go to my)
Head shut off (Drives okay!)
But there’s some (Holes in the frame)
And it’s leaking all over
All over the place
It’s like, “$19 please!”
Okay, ready?
Yeah, of course
“$19 please!”