Mommy Pants - Enlightenment

Sick of all the pure spiritualists
Think they know the best way to live life
Fuck that shit
Eat whatever type of stuff drink more soda
More than enough
Who cares if I never see my third eye
I already know we're all gonna die
I'll die quicker also while you live forever
Is that what you want though that's not very clever
3 bags of chips no yoga
Keep Mountain Dews stocked in my corolla
Go back home and drink alcohol cause I rock n' roll
Now that I've told ya
Let me just speak on some vegans
The ones who think they're so great
If I can't have steak it's not for me then
Don't hate I don't care what they did to my cow kid
Quit your preachin nothin new you're teachin'
Circle of life baby... And I want what I want
Might just eat Bambi... that's probably against the law
But fuck it I'm a criminal
And I don't mean butt fuck the baby deer
As in sex with its rear I'm not that gross ya hear
Unless someone bets I won't do it
For some Doritos and beer...
Yeah this last part makes me feel weird...
But(t) fuck it

Written by:
BRANDON HARIG

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