Little cherry pie
I know you hate that guy
Who works in the T.V
And lives his big fat dream
You should have played with guns
Instead you kick the drums
Its weird and obscene
You caught in that machine
Little cherry pie
You should have looked the sky
The sky is so blue
But not as blue as you
Want to take him out
Shouldn't you chill out
Just have a drink instead
The f*cking Rascal is dead
Little cherry pie
I know you hate that guy
Who wears the converse shoes
And sells the attitude
The music is just trash
It's like you hit tin cans
We couldn't have more class
You shouldn't stayed with us
But now you still persist
Why don't you just quit
I think I know why
You f*cking hate that guy
The Ruckus Habit - Little Cherrypie (Acoustic) Lyrics
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Little cherry pie
I know you hate that guy
Who works in the T.V
And lives his big fat dream
You should have played with guns
Instead you kick the drums
Its weird and obscene
You caught in that machine
Little cherry pie
You should have looked the sky
The sky is so blue
But not as blue as you
Want to take him out
Shouldn't you chill out
Just have a drink instead
The f*cking Rascal is dead
Little cherry pie
I know you hate that guy
Who wears the converse shoes
And sells the attitude
The music is just trash
It's like you hit tin cans
We couldn't have more class
You shouldn't stayed with us
But now you still persist
Why don't you just quit
I think I know why
You f*cking hate that guy
I know you hate that guy
Who works in the T.V
And lives his big fat dream
You should have played with guns
Instead you kick the drums
Its weird and obscene
You caught in that machine
Little cherry pie
You should have looked the sky
The sky is so blue
But not as blue as you
Want to take him out
Shouldn't you chill out
Just have a drink instead
The f*cking Rascal is dead
Little cherry pie
I know you hate that guy
Who wears the converse shoes
And sells the attitude
The music is just trash
It's like you hit tin cans
We couldn't have more class
You shouldn't stayed with us
But now you still persist
Why don't you just quit
I think I know why
You f*cking hate that guy
Writer: The Ruckus Habit
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