Mr. Mail Man
Spose, Cam Groves, Amy Allen
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Look, I know your job is hard And you don't make much dough I see you out there every day In the sleet and the snow And every time I'm drivin' By, you're wavin', "hey-o, hello" But there's one thing you should know I wake up every day feelin' so successful Another day gettin' paid, pushin' the pencil Sun on my face, keurig in my cup SportsCenter on TV, turn it up Everything is pleasant I'm livin' a bit of heaven And it inevitably ends abruptly at eleven That's when I hear his evilness It's that piece of shit up in the eagle whip That mail man, knew he came to ruin my life I'm sure payin' bills what I'm doin' tonight He's got the steerin' wheel On the British side And every time I see him I'm sad he didn't die Six days a week, this dude's at my place I try to be gone so I don't see his face But the mail's waitin' for me When I do get home is it the bills for the Phone or the student loans? I can't wait, he's the nicest of folk But I wanna put a knife in his throat Brought me a letter sayin' my license revoked You're a douche, i wanna find you while You're doin' your route I wanna buy a deuce-deuce and Put two in your boot You make me wanna go psycho, postal, on you You're my arch nemesis And I don't feel bad 'cause I know you got benefit's Look, I know your job is hard And you don't make much dough I see you out there every day In the sleet and the snow And every time I'm drivin' By, you're wavin', "hey-o, hello" But there's one thing you should know F*ck you, Mr mail Man (hey) I don't wanna see you no more (no more) F*ck you, Mr mail Man And don't go knockin' at my door Sorry, dude, I don't know what to say Every envelope you give me I just throw 'em away (trash) I don't know why I take this shit Knew I should've signed up for paperless And I know that my bills be three weeks late 'cause of what you give me I'm not sleepin' great And you could probably find a Job at equal pay but I know you like to Ruin other people's days And I'm friends with the UPS man 'cause everything he gives me Is somethin' I want Next thing, guess who shows up, man (who?) It's you with the bill for That somethin' I bought You're the reason why I never Ever borrow or loan stay far from my home Unless you're Karl Malone And if I do say "Hi!", it's a snarlin' tone And if I gotta pay a bill I'll just call on my phone and go I know your job is hard and You don't make much dough I see you out there every day In the sleet and the snow And every time I'm drivin' By, you're wavin', "hey-o, hello" But there's one thing you should know F*ck you, Mr mail Man (hey) I don't wanna see you no more (no more) F*ck you, Mr mail Man And don't go knockin' at my door
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Written by: CAM GROVES, NICHOLAS JOHN PLANTEDOSI, RYAN PETERS
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