Presto

I've been reading the news, and it's freaking me out
All these clarion calls got me carrying doubt
Won't you talk to me dirty with those post nominal views
Tell me why I should worry, and what's a bad tan suit

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Don't miss your chance at getting truths from our phenomenal few
We got some new attitudes
Higher ways of being
We'd love to sell you our secrets, but first allow us permission

Don't ask me
I can't tell you nothing
Don't ask me
You're looking for something

They couldn't care in the least
I heard them on my TV
Subverting the hell out suburban lifestyle dreams

I am all that I see
I found some things to believe
I love the way that he talks
I think he's talking to me

This one here ain't housebroken
Apologies the counsel's spoken
Sign Harper's Letter
Pay that postage
Put that in your Tweet and smoke it

Don't ask me
I can't tell you nothing
Don't ask me
You're looking for something
Don't ask me
So what's it to ya
Don't ask me
Presto a lotta blah blah

Don't ask me
I can't tell you nothing
Don't ask me
You're looking for something
Don't ask me
So what's it to ya
Don't ask me
Presto a lotta blah blah



Credits
Writer(s): Brady Moen
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