I Don't Owe You Shit

All they wanted was the old me
All I wanted was the old me
All the fruit is getting moldy
You say you know the way, well show me
Party, party, feeling lonely
I’m on my eighth last bogey
I don’t owe you shit and you don’t owe me nothing
I don’t owe you, I barely even know you
I only know the old you, that wasn’t the whole truth
Am I the only one?
Nobody told you?
No one gives a fuck about you
They do it with guns and they do it with suits
They do it with shoes and they do it with boots
I don’t care
Stomp out the fire, stop, drop, and roll up a doobie
I got the doo wop shooobie doobie doo
I got the whole thing misconstrued
I don’t owe you shit
I don’t owe you shit
I don’t owe you shit
You little beautiful sack of blood and bones
Let’s giddy, giddy, giddy up
I don’t owe you shit
You little beautiful sack of blood and bones
Let’s giddy, giddy, giddy up
The wind in my sail
The truth will prevail
Red hot blues and a half past twos
Pack of wolves got the juice in the zoo
That will do
Wear it, tear it down, can you bear it now?
They’re weirding me out
Here in the now, mascara on the clown
Stand your post, got no pulse
That shit that pulls
Strike your pose, got no pulse
That shit that pulls
Ten bucks plus two, to Timbuktu
They’re yelling, «I don’t wanna state my mother’s name or occupation!»
Excuse me, ma’am, get out this situation
Seven my bads and some miscommunication
My youth, my youth, no one died for you
Uh-uh, where? Shit
I don’t owe you shit
And you ain’t saying shit
So I don’t owe you shit
You little beautiful sack of blood and bones
Let’s giddy, giddy, giddy up
I don’t owe you shit
You little beautiful sack of blood and bones
Let’s giddy, giddy, giddy up