Can’t Taste No Thatcher’s Haze!

[Verse One:]

Nothing better than a hangover
Know that I can't remember
Must of did a something crazy
Go cash in the scratchers
Only one thing is to catch her
His height, fucking hell the statures
Fix up the patchers
Nothing better than a Thatcher's!
Mumbo fucking Jumbo
Jumbled like my scrambled mind
But no fucking eggs
AJ, I gotta dream catcher
Aww that's cute you cunt
Now fuck off rip off Emily Blunt
Your Blunt!
But Nothings ever better than a Thatcher's!

[Chorus:]

I know when to slow down
Too many like seven feel's like four
Not even eleven feel dеad like before
Dad's oncе again on the dancing floor
But nothing's worse when you can't
When You Can't Taste No Thatcher's Haze!

[Verse Three:]

I guess I'll take my opportunity whilst It's here
Take me to the river nile, make me a new lifestyle
Meanwhile, bravo style
Cunty Man Miles
AJ Styles go wild and liar like my posture
I'm an atheist but still want god to hesitate
Hold a bible and fuck of vile ryle
Try to exile my freestyle
I'm hostile and fucking tactile
Nothing better than a hangover
Know that I can't remember
Must of did a something crazy
Go cash in the scratchers

I know when to slow down
Too many like seven feel's like four
Not even eleven feel dead like before

[Chorus:]

I know when to slow down
Too many like seven feel's like four
Not even eleven feel dead like before
Dad's once again on the dancing floor
But nothing's worse when you can't
When You Can't Taste No Thatcher's Haze!

[Verse Four:]

Nothing better than a hangover
Know that I can't remember
Must of did a something crazy
Go cash in the scratchers
Only one thing is to catch her
His height, fucking hell the statures
Fix up the patchers
Nothing ever better than a Thatcher's!
Mumbo fucking Jumbo
Jumbled like my scrambled mind
But no fucking eggs
AJ, I gotta dream catcher
Aww that's cute you cunt
Now fuck off rip off Emily Blunt
Your Blunt!
But Nothings ever better than a Thatcher's!