Too Loud
Welcome to the new sound
Pave way, made for breaking new ground
Yeah, aren't you lucky you found it
Only forty listens and I'm too proud
Let's address something
Pen and paper, let's test something
Would you rather be wanted or would you rather impress someone
Don't even have to guess, people rather be guests
Coming and going, interview 'em for a moment
Welcome to the show, tell me who you
Leg up on competitors with greasy hands and skinned elbows
Everything I ever had was something somebody else owned
Every dollar that I make is from somebody else's coat
Some feel more inclined to take and make excuses for behavior
Like a lack of self control, though I'm an adult so I don't
Hate to be quoted
Am I devoted
Take my place a continue voting
Throwing the stone for anything and everything that can be spoken
Gambling on insults
Good intentions always be my token
Affluent do great impressions of the ones they wanted broken
Never joking
When your choking don't pretend and don't start hoping
That the hand around your throat
If asked politely, just might open
Welcome to the new sound
Pave way, made for breaking new ground
Yeah, aren't you lucky you found it
Only forty listens and I'm too proud
And I play it too loud
Yeah, play it too loud
Woah, play it too loud
Alright what I really is is all impatient
Ain't a waiter, though I'm really tip, tipped
Sunk demeanor on vacation bring 'em down like big ships
How come water under bridges killing me with big slips
Always got a big lip, woah
Too important for the back burner, it's topping my list
Sometimes I'm impulsive, this a calculated risk
Sounding like a symphony but smelling like it's woah
Don't keep dolling up deception
Let's just call it what it is
We don't care about the message if the instrumental hit
If it's got a line the space between is incidental, isn't it
Put me in a box, I couldn't fit in it, I never did
Couldn't put a lock on it, God said you have to live with it
Or lose it, ain't got much so I use it
Thick skin image, peachy boy been bruisin'
Hands on the wheel, eyes closed, I'm crusin'
Welcome to the new sound
Pave way, made for breaking new ground
Yeah, aren't you lucky you found it
Only forty listens and I'm too proud
And I play it too loud
Yeah, play it too loud
Woah, play it too loud
Pave way, made for breaking new ground
Yeah, aren't you lucky you found it
Only forty listens and I'm too proud
Let's address something
Pen and paper, let's test something
Would you rather be wanted or would you rather impress someone
Don't even have to guess, people rather be guests
Coming and going, interview 'em for a moment
Welcome to the show, tell me who you
Leg up on competitors with greasy hands and skinned elbows
Everything I ever had was something somebody else owned
Every dollar that I make is from somebody else's coat
Some feel more inclined to take and make excuses for behavior
Like a lack of self control, though I'm an adult so I don't
Hate to be quoted
Am I devoted
Take my place a continue voting
Throwing the stone for anything and everything that can be spoken
Gambling on insults
Good intentions always be my token
Affluent do great impressions of the ones they wanted broken
Never joking
When your choking don't pretend and don't start hoping
That the hand around your throat
If asked politely, just might open
Welcome to the new sound
Pave way, made for breaking new ground
Yeah, aren't you lucky you found it
Only forty listens and I'm too proud
And I play it too loud
Yeah, play it too loud
Woah, play it too loud
Alright what I really is is all impatient
Ain't a waiter, though I'm really tip, tipped
Sunk demeanor on vacation bring 'em down like big ships
How come water under bridges killing me with big slips
Always got a big lip, woah
Too important for the back burner, it's topping my list
Sometimes I'm impulsive, this a calculated risk
Sounding like a symphony but smelling like it's woah
Don't keep dolling up deception
Let's just call it what it is
We don't care about the message if the instrumental hit
If it's got a line the space between is incidental, isn't it
Put me in a box, I couldn't fit in it, I never did
Couldn't put a lock on it, God said you have to live with it
Or lose it, ain't got much so I use it
Thick skin image, peachy boy been bruisin'
Hands on the wheel, eyes closed, I'm crusin'
Welcome to the new sound
Pave way, made for breaking new ground
Yeah, aren't you lucky you found it
Only forty listens and I'm too proud
And I play it too loud
Yeah, play it too loud
Woah, play it too loud
Credits
Writer(s): Jozef Barton
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