Autotuned Confession

Young boy he be stressin
Sick and tired of the impressions
Last call for depression
Last fall, fell from heaven
He just trying to send a message
Lost a friend after the elections
He just wanted some attention
Now he's buzzed and electric

He's been trippin with his best friend
Maybe this is how it all ends
Stretched his mind until it all bends
Just some kids playing pretend
Some day they'll learn their lesson
An autotuned confession



Credits
Writer(s): Brayden Warner
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