Afro Hair Duh
A bird escapes it's cage and perches near my very noggin
Her colony's calling me wanting me following this message, no stopping
Jacob and the bends, by Radiohead, a duo which needs to be seen
And I agree, the album you need, this birds name is me and Tony
I'll tell you now and
I'll tell you again
If you like Pinkerton
Then you would like The Bends
I've told you before
Beggin' with knees to the floor
Please listen to The Bends
Then Ok Computer next
So anyway, shout-out to those days, that we had back to back classes
Sophomore year, we had geometry and second year Spanish
It was not in that order, but Spanish and classes are two words that loosely rhyme
And we laughed at memes of "joe pickle cheen" it wasn't too bad of a time
Geometry
You showed me your screen
It was Walter Whites son
I never learned what that means
You were laughing your ass off
So much you were cryin
To this very day
I still don't know why
And all of the time any Game-Star could find themselves in your backyard
Smash Bros or movie nights, whatever it is we go hard
Or the nights of legend, just had to mention around the blooming bonfire
In your backyard, there's no disregard, the moon shines quite a bit brighter
Look what she did to
My man's shit
She cut my mans shit up
Not the yuttas
She cut my mans shit
She outta pocket
She wrote cheater
On his buttas
Her colony's calling me wanting me following this message, no stopping
Jacob and the bends, by Radiohead, a duo which needs to be seen
And I agree, the album you need, this birds name is me and Tony
I'll tell you now and
I'll tell you again
If you like Pinkerton
Then you would like The Bends
I've told you before
Beggin' with knees to the floor
Please listen to The Bends
Then Ok Computer next
So anyway, shout-out to those days, that we had back to back classes
Sophomore year, we had geometry and second year Spanish
It was not in that order, but Spanish and classes are two words that loosely rhyme
And we laughed at memes of "joe pickle cheen" it wasn't too bad of a time
Geometry
You showed me your screen
It was Walter Whites son
I never learned what that means
You were laughing your ass off
So much you were cryin
To this very day
I still don't know why
And all of the time any Game-Star could find themselves in your backyard
Smash Bros or movie nights, whatever it is we go hard
Or the nights of legend, just had to mention around the blooming bonfire
In your backyard, there's no disregard, the moon shines quite a bit brighter
Look what she did to
My man's shit
She cut my mans shit up
Not the yuttas
She cut my mans shit
She outta pocket
She wrote cheater
On his buttas
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Writer(s): Gryffin Macaulay
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