Appetite

I've been out, and I've been drinking, why am I always thinking

'Bout things that really matter like, twin towers and satellites

Everyone I know got older, told my drunk ass to get sober

Settle down and have some kids, be content with all of it

But what if I don't want children, to grow up like their father willing

To stir shit up and start a fight, work themselves up an appetite

Why am I in Northwest Arkansas

Playing shows to those who don't care at all

With my money bloodied and my belt so tight

I've worked myself up an appetite

I've been out, and I've been drinking, cutting up my life in sections

They say I gotta act my age, shut the fuck up and get on stage

The other I pack my bags quickly, toothbrush, combs, and my dogs with me

Strong enough to handle this fame and other corny shit

'Cause what if I don't want children, to grow up like their father willing

To stir shit up and start a fight, work themselves up an appetite

Why am I in Northwest Arkansas

Playing shows to those who don't care at all

With my money bloodied and my belt on tight

I've worked myself up an appetite

How I work myself up an appetite

What if I don't want children to grow up like their father willing

To stir shit up and start a fight, work themselves up an appetite