your moody teenage nephew made a song in 2052

There is nothing new
Everything's been done I know it's true
I just want to feel
There's numbness creeping through my tears
There's too much music saturation
I have nothing to add to the conversation no

So hey man, stay off the weed
You can't focus on your own needs
Major scales just can't compete
When you're crying in the backseat
Wasting all your time

High tech low life
Dystopic advertisements from a neon sign
I'll just say I'm fine
A generation lost in space and time
Elitist forms of masturbation
I have nothing to add to the conversation no

So hey man stay off the weed
You can't focus on your own needs
Major scales just can't compete
When you're crying in the backseat
Wasting all your time

So hey man stay off the weed
You can't focus on your own needs
Major scales just can't compete
When you're crying in the backseat
Wasting all your time

I can't stay off the weed
I can't focus on what I need
Major scales just can't compete
When I'm crying in the backseat
Wasting all my time



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Jackson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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