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What I Do

Album: Volume I
By:
Aegis

Duration

4:01

Genres

Rock

Lyrics

Step outside, mornin’ light, I’m still alive and ready to get fucked up. Got nothin’ better else to do today than trip away on some high grade family fluff. I still feel fuzzy from yesterday but I don’t give a fuck I guess I don’t know when enough is enough. So I take a puff and a hit of some piff If the Five-O stops to question I’ll plead the fifth. First Chorus: This is what I do…any ol’ kind of afternoon. It keeps me hangin’ on a change of pace from the loaded gun pointed at my face I’m so sick of this shit I bust my ass to make another man rich. Fuck it. All I need is some weed, LSD and a bottle of Scotch Whiskey. I wake up late on Tuesdays I don’t have to work, I don’t have to think. Drink like a fish, stumble out to the street Keep my eyes peeled for a tasty treat. In my mind I know, what she looks like The devil hides in her smile And if she’s ready to go, she’s not privy to know just how I roll because I shame all men who follow. Chorus II: This is what I do. Any ol’ kind of afternoon. When I’m walkin’ down the street If you look like a bitch I’d like to beast. I’ll walk up to you and say, “Show me your boobs. Yes, indeed they’re big and juicy. And you got a fantastic ass, I’d sure like to stick my dick in that. Hold up…‘Fore I forget to ask, Do you know how to give good head and do you swallow? When I got somethin’ to say to you I’ll tell it to your face cuz I might not get another chance to. It’s usually bad but always true. Sometimes it makes them come unglued. But I can’t help what I feel inside If I don’t let it out I feel like I’ll die. And it’s a hoot to tell someone who thinks their shit don’t stink “Last night I fucked your wife and she told me I was better than you!” Chorus III: This is what I do. Any ol’ kind of afternoon. When fuckheads run amock I like to run them over with my truck Or when douchebags piss me off Or if you call yourself a man of the cloth It’s a shame and it’s too bad They don’t know I use that cloth to wipe my ass. After I drop a deuce.

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