**[Verse 1]** Boy, you're trouble, your mama should've slapped you harder Expecting me to fix your problems like I'm your answering machine I tell you, cowboy, you're forty years old This shit shouldn't be hard, you see **[Pre-Chorus]** Look at me when I'm talking to you Fuck, how many fingers do you see? **One!** Seems to me like you need to fall hard Before you learn anything **[Chorus]** How many fingers do you see now? **Five!** 'Cause that's slaps coming your way You're starting to really piss me off Get up off the floor and start running How many fingers now? Better answer me right **[Verse 2]** How do you get through your day? Your mama must be a saint Damn, son, whatcha want now? She did what to you? Well, shit... Maybe she thought you deserved it Didn't make your bed, didn't lie in it Sometimes I feel bad Most times I just shake my head Am I bad? **[Verse 3]** I don't know, you're fucking killing me If I don't help, you're sad Okay, look, listen to me Or that slapping's coming Write this shit down! Come on, knowledge doesn't grow on fucking trees Listen before I have a meltdown You either fucking know it or you don't It can't be taught—you need to earn it **[Bridge]** Learn that shit from the school of hard knocks That's where the real lessons begin You sure as fuck can't learn it from a book You've gotta go out and live it **[Final Chorus]** How many fingers do you see now? **One!** Wrong answer, try again! How many fingers do you see now? **Five!** Well, son, you're learning! You either fucking know it or you don't It can't be taught—you've gotta earn it School of hard knocks, lesson number one: **Stop fucking up, and maybe you'll learn it!**
