Horseshit On Route 66

The Garden

Compositor: Fletcher Shears / Wyatt Shears

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!