I Like Writing On Walls Of Your Society Dan Lyrics By Caitlin Cook. I like writing on walls, f^^k you society- Dan Dan, this is actually a door, not a wall.
I Like Writing On Walls Of Your Society Dan Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I like writing on walls, f^^k you society- Dan
Dan, this is actually a door, not a wall
Regards, Society
Follow your dreams!
I literally only have nightmares
Question everything
Why?
Yo girl on a scale of 1 to America
How free are you tonight?
(That’s a great line! But underneath it somebody wrote)
Germany 1942
[Verse 2]
Do you idealize the past? Or see it as broken? Why?
Dude, I’m just trying to take a shit
The chamber of secrets has been opened
Then close your legs
The future is in your hand
My dick is the future?
If Harry Potter taught us anything, it’s that nobody deserves to live in the closet
(That’s such a sweet thought! But underneath it someone wrote)
Except R. Kelly
[Chorus]
Holy water, holy shit
Is this as good as it’s ever gonna get?
Conversations with strangers that I have never met
And will never meet in the future
My dick is the future?
[Verse 3]
Cocaine is like a super hot girlfriend with perfect t^^s
That’s mean to you all the time, and f^^ks other dudes
Stop white hipsters
Laugh out loud? Please explain how
Tom loves my Shaft
DVD with bonus features
When I’m alone I like to fill the bathtub with tomato sauce and pretend that I’m a meatball
Don’t judge me!
(But underneath that, understandably, someone wrote)
Dude we’re totally judging
[Verse 4]
The largest eggs in the world are laid by sharks
The largest woman in the world is laid by your dad
I f^^ked your mom!
Shut up dad, your drunk
Open books, not legs
Blow minds, not boys
Why can’t I do both?
“Big t^^s can’t make up for a small a^^, but a big a^^ can make up for small t^^s”
(And then someone put quotes around it and ascribed it to)
Abraham Lincoln
[Chorus]
Holy water, holy shit
Is this as good as it’s ever gonna get?
Conversations with strangers that I have never met
And will never know if I meet in the future
My dick is the future?
[Outro]
For a good time call your mother for Sunday brunch, delightful
For a good time call, your dad, he misses you
For a good time call 867-5309
For a good time call me Ishmael
Good luck out there human
Good luck out there human
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