f#ck You Dad Lyrics – Beach Rats

Summer’s over, the town is free
To shine its lonely light on me
It wraps itself around
The awenings all come down

7-11 for a pack
Under the trees it’s nearly black
Panic for your first attack
It’s brisk outside

You’re neatly packed
She ain’t buying none of it
Says that you’re all full of sh#t
f#ck you dad

You’re not me
I’m not you
Don’t you have better things to do
Than f#ck with me

I’m so mad
f#ck you dad!
Don’t you have better things to do
Don’t you have better things to do

Don’t you have better things to do
Better things to do
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Beach Rats Lyrics – f#ck You Dad

Beach Rats

f#ck You Dad