Practice

Back at the office where I write my stupid songs
My little brother's screaming in the shed
I have a dream but he is so headstrong
Maybe he'll play with me again

I think I found a couple guys
To help me get out of this run-down town
One of them wants to sing some stupid songs
I ask Brett what he thinks, he thinks it's wrong

But he won't play unless we
Practice, practice
Are you gonna practice, practice, this time

Got to give people what they want
Fuck friends, I am the true savant
I can't deny them their entertainer son
They tell me I could really be someone

But he won't play unless we
Practice, practice
Are you gonna practice, practice, this time

Is this what you want
Am I good enough
Is this what you want

Is this what you want
Am I good enough
Is this what you want

When are you gonna memorize it Mike
When are you gonna get it right
When are you gonna memorize it Mike
Well are you gonna practice, practice
Practice, practice, this time



Credits
Writer(s): Amanda Lin, Michael Dzambasow
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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