Rian Cunningham - Where The Sun Don't Shine

What the fuck these motherfuckers playin with
In saying this, you’d think I have a diss
But periodically I find I take the piss
From rainbow-headed motherfuckers making a toddler’s mess
How the hell did music comes to this?
Do you even know what time this is?
I went to school to edu-ma-cate, consolidate, graduate, and now I’m fucking with my fists
Our generation worships appearance
don’t give a fuck about any talents
It’s like we’re circling the drain
Like that floater your kid made
On this industry, let it wash away
So motherfucker, take my name
And fuck the Y
I’ll never be asking why
I wish I was dead
You’re maybe next
Now flip em to the sky

And stick it where the sun don’t shine
These fucking kids ruin our lives
So tell me what’s coming next
I think it’s the apocalypse

Millennials; we’re fucking cynical
Like the feeling when you give up on new material
Like, the groups I never chose
Sorry boys, I think you’re clinical-
Ly fucking with the heads
Of every girl you’ve ever met
Telling them you love them
While you fuck their best friend
I’m glad you never changed
You’re all the fucking same
I got dollars to my name, Bitch!

I’m on a new level,
living like the devil
fire up the kettle
I’m sick of the bullshit you feed
On your knees
Sucking the tip, and taking the piss
You’re the stupid fucking whore
Of the scene
I’m not here to shame
I’m definitely to blame
I admit to those mistakes
They haunt me everyday
Now tell the fucking world
That I’m nothing worth a quarrel. Fuck!

But who am I to say
What you’re supposed to make
Let me bake a cake
With all the shit you take
Nobody knows me
But I don’t have crows feet
So take a fucking seat
And watch me drop the beat

If your eyes are closed
Then I’ll steal your show
Watch you crawl around
Like you don’t even fucking know
Stand up for yourself
Take care of your health
Watch you drain your wealth
You’re left up on the shelf

The tip of your tongue
On the tip of my dick
Never the teeth
But all of your lips
Sucking the life
Out of all of the gifts
You were made to create
But we’ll never mean shit

Written by:
AUSTIN CUNNINGHAM, Jerrod Niemann, Rob Hatch

Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management

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