Saturday School
Mommy Pants
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
You're just a little kid You don't know shit Chances are you'll grow a bit Or you might stay this way It's really hard to say You run around, think you own the town Got your head high One day just watch it fall down You won't know why You'll have to learn the ropes Turn some of life to jokes Try to gain some balance Knowing there's no perfect balance Eat a fucking burrito Shit it out your butt Enjoy the small things You don't like burritos, what Try to create some art Even if you're not an artist Create a new moment, a conversation Color a picture, follow your imagination Think of nothing, think of everything Masturbate as you fuckin' sing Go to Hell, come back again 'Cause Hell is not a literal place It's a metaphor my friend
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
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