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scumbag swag

I'm a prize fucking catch
With my worn-out jeans
And my worn-out hat

Take you out to eat
You can have anything you want
As long as it's off the dollar menu

I see you lookin' at me
With my scruffy beard
And my flannel cut-off shirt

$20 in my wallet
Bag of sunshine in my pocket
An' a bag of blue jolly ranchers

Stop an' get a bottle of Popov
An' I'll show you a good time
'Cuz I got that scumbag swag

Take you out to a bonfire
Some old scrap boards and some old furniture
Sparked up with gas

Maybe cruise down an' ol' dirt road
In my '84 Chevy
Get ourselves lost in the middle of nowhere
Written by SirCreepy (Colten Sorrells)
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