Your Late Lyrics by Guttermouth

Your Late Lyrics

    Oh my god, what time is it?
    I'm late again, this sucks
    Where's my other shoe? fuck!
    I need a drink-god damn!

    Did i get gas last night?
    Oh, well, roll the dice
    Ha-ha, i gotta to to vegas soon
    I really miss those wonderful casinos
    And friendly people

    Fuck, i hate those people
    In the carpool lane
    We carpool, oooo, go fuck yourself
    I'm probably fired already, shit
    Oh, well
    Only nine more hours
    Till dollar drafts
    And free meatballs
    You're late

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