[bad word] hard for Friday.
Like a pedophile
At [bad word] desk
Watching Rebecca smile.
I go the extra mile.
The marathon's 27th mile.
Then I hit the ice cold beverage isle.
I got a cast-iron liver.
And I would rather drown my sorrows
Than cry a river.
I use my brain like you 
Use a plane flight ticket.
Now I'm in a place 
Where all the fences are white picket.
The only way it might get disturbing
Is if you're bothered by the sound
Of light cricket chirping.
I just let it soak in like Robatussen.
And about the fast-paced rat race
There's no discussion.
I'm just trying to get into the proper mood.
Remix of everyday life, chopped and screwed.
What can I do to get the weekdays behind me?
Watsky, remind me.
Thank you, kindly.

Kick Monday in the [bad word] 
Wedgie Wednesday's buttcrack. [bad word] hard for Friday.
And if you're not, get the [bad word] back. (x2) [bad word] to mine, all [bad word]  hecka small.
Mine crack walls, like a wrecking ball.
When my checkered draws fall y'all see ornaments
Fit for a porno flick.
Time to deck the halls.
I'm glad it's all finished.
The week is all bidness.
But now I'm chilling, sprawled out
With a tall Guinness.
I'm gonna set the world record
For the funnest time ever
Had on the planet.
So everybody call Guinness.
I swear a lot.
This ain't Fisher-Price.
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If I'm a bad influence
Then here's the great advice:
Kids! Don't be a [bad word] 
Appreciate the [bad word] out of the present moment
And be [bad word] nice!
I whistle weird for the tune of it.
If they all did, [bad word] it.
We spent two months on this here
Bluegrass-folk rock-hip hop album
Because we really felt like doing it.
So everybody...

Kick Monday in the [bad word] 
Wedgie Wednesday's buttcrack. [bad word] hard for Friday.
And if you're not, get the [bad word] back. (x2)

I'm an Amurican.
I put my work in.
And when work's done
It's time for perking.
Hey, let's invite the vultures down to have a drink.
They must be getting tired doing all that circling.
Cause it's the world's end.
We're overheatelated!
And, from what I hear,
We're also overpeopleated!
So, there's no room.
Or we'll just explode soon.
So, Let's get inebriated.
And forget what we created.
So I've been thinking
We should have a big party
For all humans, and even women.
For the dumb Southeners, and the lazy Mexicans.
The A-rabs, and the coloreds, and their peckers and
The cheap Jews, which is me, too!
I'll even treat you!
But, just this once, cause nothing's free, dude.
And when the fiery [bad word] We'll burn up quicker.
Because we're full of liquor.
So everybody