[ Featuring the Salties ]
Says the schedule's giving him a headache
Looking at it makes my eyes hurt
Eyes up better keep your head straight
Swear to god, I'm off at nine sir
These aren't my decisions
That's what they always tell me
Well i wish I didn't
Have to buy the shit they sell me
And way up next to the sun
She sits on a throne
The way we worship you'd think it was a cross
We're all just workers and Stephanie's the boss
We're all just lurkers and Stephanie' the god
I was thinking bout Emma Watson
I was 17
I saw her image on the tv screen
I saw the weed sittin on a screen
I saw the piece sittin next to the TV
I reached down for my gun
All I could see was the only one
Standing there looking back at me
Was the man who was slinging that Texas Pete
And you know that sauce, all that sauce
I couldn't help but f*ckin get lost
Down with the buzzards, down in the ditches
Oh my god yall some sons of bitches
Dandelions, Oh dandelions reasons why she don't love me no more
Dandelions, Oh dandelions reasons why she don't love me no more
