ROGER THAT Lyrics

How many times can I rhyme fuck you to tell you I mean it?

Slamming the pins and gambling your life in the deep end

I'd bet a nickel of my doubt but nobody would wanna raise it

I know that you won't get off the bench in this home season

Out in the field, or skating the ice

You'll float in my pool, fuck around and find out

That without a mouthguard and pads you shouldn't come by

When it's time to phone a friend, don't call mine

I can't stop watching you beating your own ass

And handing out tickets to show it

We're watching you beating your own ass

And somehow you don't even notice

The fruit on the tree, is stale at the core

You're losing this battle, but still in the war

Every breath that you take is just wasted away

On vomit covered floors, in a t-shirt with stains

Watching you beating your own ass

And somehow you don't even notice

Watching you beating your own ass

And handing out tickets to show it

As you always seem to fail yourself

With bases loaded and a cry for help

And thought it's soon when you'll be striking out

Try not to go out hating on someone else today