Royal f*ckups lyrics

All my royal f*ckups
All my royal f*ckups
Don't let all the stuck up folks go keeping you down

All my royal f*ckups
Come on let's get f*cked up
All my royal f*ckups
Rock your Burger King crown

You gotta grow the roots if you want the tree trunks
You want a garden then you gotta pull the weeds up
Look do you want to succeed?
Yeah I want to succeed but f*ck it planting seeds sucks
From Brooklyn to Seattle
You want the cream, squeeze the udder on the cattle
I fell off of the horse so many times I'm thinking that some mother f*cker must have spread some butter on the saddle
I'm getting battered when the ump is yelling batter up
Not jumping when the pitch is coming
But I didn't have a cup or grab my nuts and nobody would blame me if I emptied out my bladder like a baby babbling before this battle
I tried to storm the castle
I went to court, the judge he hit me with his gavel
So would you rather be up the creek without a oar
Or have somebody beat you with the paddle?

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