Cincopated

Kid has a dream
Kid Halloween
Some self-esteem
But only in his feet
Will he get there?

Blast off regime
In love with fiends
Too much extreme
Well, yeah so are we
And we own it
Yeah, we own it

Let's start a scene
Till we start to bleed
Cops let off steam
Anybody scream
Yeah, they coming
Yeah, they coming

And you
Made it all
About yourself
And youth
Turned around
And gave you help

Well, that's all I need
'Side Listerine
Miss cocoa bean
Miss loco queen
Yeah, you're on it

I pluck the string
I start to bleed
We start to sing
Words start to sting
And they come in
And they burning

Blow us up, up
Out out of proportion
Like we did when
Mom would scold ya

Can you
Tell me more
About yourself?

Can you
Do it all
By yourself?

Chillin' with the lights down low
Chillin' with the lights down low
Truth that people hardly know
Reminiscing even so

Nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah
Yeah, do it right!

Can you
Tell me more
About yourself?

And we
Toast to you
To your health!



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Demoss
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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