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written, produced, recorded, and mixed in two and a half hours.
lyrics
*Sunday dad swagger, I aint never been badder.
Got my flips floppin, sweat pants what im rockin’.
Holes in the shirt, holes in my socks.
Waterin’ the lawn at like seven o’clock.*
Sunny in the morning I roll up on these hos.
They check my sweat pants, they love the dad clothes.
Don aint feelin it, said I need to change.
Kathyrn’s getting angry cause I always look the same.
But I cant help it, mane I love it.
My shirt inside out, but im above it.
This swag cant rest, so I just do my best.
This is my Sunday dad swagger, this is not a test.
*Sunday dad swagger, I aint never been badder.
Got my flips floppin, sweat pants what im rockin’.
Holes in the shirt, holes in my socks.
Waterin’ the lawn at like seven o’clock.*
Jakey, S.W.I.M. records, pimpin doin mighty fine.
Sober rollin, piss test clean. No need for lysol pine.
Bumpin lemonade, but mane this shit is country time.
A crime, no way. Only crime is getting’ dollar sign.
Kill bros, fuck hoes, im wearin dirty clothes.
Im anything but fresh, but that you all ready knows.
A joke, satire. Maybe even a weak parody.
Need a girlfriend cause my palms are starting to getting hairy.
*Sunday dad swagger, I aint never been badder.
Got my flips floppin, sweat pants what im rockin’.
Holes in the shirt, holes in my socks.
Waterin’ the lawn at like seven o’clock.*
Sunday dad swagger means comfy clothes, cool bros.
Smokin cigarettes, drinkin coffee on the camode.
Lazyboy right on deck for the TV.
Clothes versitile, you can use them as your jammies.
Eatin sammies, posted like my dad, yo.
Call the stone to check in, good it goes.
Ill take a nap, lean back, the day’s a rap.
I love my swag, love my dad, and that’s a fact.
credits
released April 5, 2012
Written, produced, and mixed by Jacob McKinley
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