Lyrics:
a metaphor for how DeLonge sings
Not in his songs but in his beans the proof is in his beans
Boosting up stocks like Reddit helped GameStop mean
DeLonge was
each night
Everyone would sing our songs
As they laughed and cried
Generations side-by-side
Each day we’d write another song
Each note would rise
I can say, you strike a chord in me that has not played before
You heard me when nobody else gave me a chance to play my song
But you stood right by
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
historical times ours on records
Welcome to a parallel universe
You were tryna sing this song but never knew the words
They would orchestrate it for choirs all
little ditto with a fiddle on the roof
Tryna sing to some new jeans
And I'm steady getting cheese like poutine
Master every craft, call me Mac now
Miller
having their little breakfast
So I picked up six fine strings
And I began to play
What I thought that new
Born fur would like best
Hey, hey, such
noisy pipes
I ain't tryna be the richest, I'm cool with an M like Obie Trice
Rappers sing the same song, it must be karaoke night
That shit sound like
the words between us two
Stereo plays la da da da
Close my eyes and I think of you
Inches close but miles away
Sprint ahead to the new day
Scream and sing
that I'm happier than you
I can play a new screaming electric guitar
Turn 'em up and play them solo songs
But just give me a big string flattop
And I'll
road
I've sung in the spotlight
I've danced under bright lights
In cities from sea to sea
But now there's a new song
I can't stop hearing inside of me
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
There's a song I sing that
Shows us the light
Even in the lighter side of Hell
We sing with delight
Play the notes that I require
This will please my
you sing the song that you wrote when you still loved me
You're not the first to lose your place
Distracted by a pretty face
You made your bed and had
got a good head on her leave that ho alone
If she do got some good head on her let her sing a song
D is for what I serve, I don't be on no curb
She
Why does the past put my mind at ease
Forgot all the things that wouldn't let me sleep
When it gets to me I think of all the songs we'd sing
say
We no care bout bloodclat
The dance under disguise
Sing song da hymn, sing song go meet Christ
And we sing a pretty melody
Yah seem to despise
Blow
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
snatched Black, he be right out
Jerk salmon and mac and
Cheese from Lighthouse
You niggas do what you're told
I do me 'cuz I'm bold
I maneuver in Ubers, Keep
it's class
Now I sing yo favorite song in my tight white valabas
Willy wonka bout my station you can't question nun of my work
Staying down when I'm up
[Verse 3]
The djent man is very wrong
The beast is real not just in this song
The purpose of this symphony is to
Confirm the existence of this beast is
Of some song you used to sing
Years go by and I unravel and fray
Like I am made of paper and string
Made of paper and string
Turn the lights down low
begging you
Get out of my Song
Single white spotlight as I walk out on the stage
Endless sea of faces yelling my name
A new song to sing with my old six
night pancakes and omelettes with cheese
Strings like raindrops my heart stops each
Time Hazel sings with my beat as the backdrop
Gave a beat to Reo
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