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He's got a thin blue shirt and an ugly haircut
Cookie cutter prick dick guy, the kind I don't care for
Says that I'm in trouble cuz my dog roams free at a distance
"She don't belong on a leash", that's what I said
He won't listen
But I saw him throwing names at a nice little lady
Her name was Makayla, I think so (maybe)
Says that I'm a dog, cuz I'm mellow and scrappy
But I'd rather be a dog than make a douchebag happy (woof)
And my alarms ringing, here I go, up cuz it's Monday
Back to work, working with a jerk, I miss Sunday
Showing off, he's giving me shit about my hair
And my paws are all muddy, so guess I see why he cares
But I wanna go to Calif, is that so much to ask?
Get a car, get a house
Get paid extra fat
But I'm a dog, so maybe I should go back to the compound
Or some sort of place where dogs can piss and order takeout
A corner, a mountain
A river, a valley
I don't care, just a place where I can be a dog and happy
Where am I gonna go?
Dog Valley
Dog Valley
Dog Valley
Dog Valley
Can all the dogs say it with me
Bark, bark, woof
That's right, in dog that means "I'm not alone!"
So next time someone's hating on the music that you're making
Make sure and tell them hell has got a room for them waiting
I'm sure that it's cozy, ghosts scratch and they screech
But I guess it's what they chose over Willie's fine beats
Dog Valley
Dog Valley
Dog Valley
Dog Valley
Awoooo ow ow ow grrr