Lyrics:
I'm addicted
Money, power, ammunition, guess I'm addicted
Quavo! Whoa, Addicted to the money, man
Ugh! Touch down on the plug
For a hundred bands
the crowd
It's a cloud when they catch ya
If you allow the pressure of
The sound to carress ya
Drummers huddle and struggle to snuggle by the heat
Bodies look
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play the record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested
and prejudice i wrote a song
Called "Lunchbox
" and some journalists have interpreted
It as a song about guns ironically
The song is about being picked
Division and NOFX (what?)
Let's dissect this album called “Nevermind”
Produced by Butch Vig of Garbage not Sublime
Butch toured with U2, who wrote a song
to say "last call"
Farewell, my friend, how goes it
Have you seen our friends gone by
With the band all back together
We'll have American Pie
When you get
the band on hold
You can only lose so much
And at some point you must fold
Fourteen years, four hundred songs, but only just one dream
At least two thousand
the glitter band, / dilworth is a strange and lovely man, /
And eubank wins the fight, / and did you see the klf last night? /
[when they perform the song live,
band
We won't talk about the habits
Just the music and the man, that's all
Now Hank, you just got to tell me
Did your daddy really write all them
band
We won't talk about the habits
Just the music and the man, that's all
Now Hank, you just got to tell me
Did your daddy really write all them
traveling, the good news travels fast
With the guys in the band in a bus or a van
Modern day prophets hit the road again
Called to shake a nation, by
Time after time yeah it's how they survive
I got a song and an album in mind
First one called Chimez
Second one flies
Up on the radio 99.5
Yuh
I wanna be
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
she played the fiddle in an Irish band
But she fell in love with an English man
Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand
Said, "Baby, I
bitch by me
Eye candy face beat
Thick thighs on my seat
I cried when I heard
I'm the one that they seek
A loony, a skits
And they called the police
Cause
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play the record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested
paper
Make all of my shots, someone called up the Lakers
Dropping this song, bitch I did you a favor
Fuck DeLaSalle, fuck everybody
This a reminder for
either so I called my father when I realized I didn't feel like talking to dad but by then he picked up and I had to. We talked about the weather and then
Plastic skulls and pointed flames
A leopard bench on the tiny stage
Glitter gold, red velvet
A Zeros song inspired that name
In the age of Grunge
be your dad
You're a knock-off like Ed
Sheeran had a child you have no direction
You're like Harry with no Styles
Your song's called "How Long
" and if
Someone tell the story
Someone sing the song
Every now and then
The country
Goes a little wrong
Every now and then
A madman's
Bound to come
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
Take me away to a place called home
To a place they call Brooks City (City)
And you know this sound for real
Take me away to a place called home
not a cover band
We're here to make an album of original songs"
He said, "Yeah, I guess that was wrong"
I said, "Yeah man, everything is sort
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