Lyrics:
to make sure that it's not laced
Damn, I used to hit the block hopin' they see me
Watchin' Video Music Box, sittin' close to the TV
I was inspired by
goin' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum
Turned off the TV
His beautiful broken hero on the couch
Passed out asleep
And he put 'em to bed
With tears in his eyes
He said dad I love you,
As soon as you`re born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working
food and my table got so many plates on it
Hundred inch TV at my house, I sit back, like, "Damn, I look great on it"
I do not fuck with your new shit,
No stopping this wave
No stopping this wave
Oh you could tell by the glance
This is straight dirty
This ain't romance
Some call it lust
Some call
It's like that tv show
The fight about tabs and space
There's no room for me
Cause I'm not 23
I've quit to put on a smile
Enough with stupid
and broken frames and other people's stuff
In my house we see by Christmas lights and your TV, and that seems to be enough
To see what we want to see
You let
Welcome world to sunnier rays
Everything you see is true
They are just that happy
Can you believe it
Cozy me acting like we own it cause it's on tv
hadn't been, eating
And I really thought you'd notice
That I even missed, the cherries bloom
To watch TV in your room
'Cause I've been laying on the side
with my best friends (best friends)
And chill with my best friends (yeah)
Watching tv all day
Learning new things
Dancing in my room (my room)
Like
Samuel T. Falbo was born in Floyd County
Late 1950 in eastern Kentucky
Raised by a TV repairman who tinkered
With old radios in a dimly lit kitchen
algebra: don't play the fool
Get some diplomas to paper your room
Or you'll finish your life at the end of a broom."
Turn off that TV: get on with your
QUIET!) so I go watch some TV
Just as I was about to switch the channel I hear someone knock
The door busts in, they rush in and my mom got taken by
Broken all by myself saying
Woman don't pay no mind
Forgotten like a hotel Bible
Phone keeps ringing and I'm trying to keep my mind off it
And if
You see how they doin us
The images that you be seein on TV ain't nothin to do with us
They pin us against one another they love when we fight cuz
I'd sit around all day
And kick my shoes off anywhere
What is it about those pretty boys?
I wish they'd come alive
And bring some colour to my room
Time for the N9ne because I'm the chosen
Never gotta be foolish to get the dough
Like a lot of you actin' up on TV to get a ho
You don't wanna have
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
Watch Apple TV, take trips over seas
She told me she feenin' for a reason
This dark tint, all this weed sick, you can't see in
Get hoes home and get
If you could see in his room right now
You'd see how much love is showed
There's never really any romance on the road
His forehead seems cut in two
By
beer float
Then put the tv on the channel where's it's nothin' but sports
Every room at the house is where I smoke my dope, no joke
Got keys
Some days when I'm far away
In a lonely room in a cold seclusion
Some nights when I'm wound so tight
There is no release, there is no solution
In
And a siren wailing on the other side of town
Oh the TVs on and the colors really hurt my head
If I could think straight I'd wish that I was dead
Or curled
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