Steve's going to London,
Sean's stuck in his suit
Tom sleeps on his best friend's lawn like every other afternoon
Steve's going to London,
Dan peed in the pool
Tom fell for his best friend's mom,
but what the hell you gonna do?
Hey,
hey, look around,
look around,
wouldn't it be nice for someone to miss you?
Hey, hey, funny how all the things that you used to like,
now they depress you.
Why you try to find some meaning in your life before you're gone?
There's a song that don't mean anything at all.
And it sounds like
Steve's going to London
Sean's stuck in his suit
Tom sleeps on his best friend's lawn
Like every other afternoon
Steve's going to London
Dan peed in the pool
Tom fell for his best friend's mom
But what the hell you gonna,
what the hell you gonna do?
Hey, hey,
look around,
look around
Wouldn't it be nice to see me on TV?
I dress to the nines with a smile
And you'd probably think that that was the real me
Why do you try to find some meaning in your life before you die?
It's a quite random * to waste your time
And it sounds like
Seeds go in the London
Sean's stuck in a suit
Tom sleeps on his best friend's lawn
Like every other afternoon
Seeds go in the London
Dad peed in the pool
Tom fell for his best friend's mom
But what the hell you gonna,
what the hell you gonna do?
What the hell you gonna do?
What the hell you gonna do?
What the hell you gonna do?
You make the crowd a snappy, won't you?
I
try hard to write a cool song So I start with something simple like trying
to put my shoes on Now something kinda clicked,
cause you relate a bit But no one's gonna care about a shoe song
I try hard to write a cool song But I gotta make it matter so maybe I'll
throw the news on Could I relate the shoes to 2022?
Or maybe an election down in Tucson I tried throwing something cool on
So I'm listening to Kendrick and playing this booming cool song
Oh, why did I do that?
Cause now I hate my track I'm quite aware I'll never write a cool song
But who really needs a cool song?
There's so many better melodies,
why do you need a new one?
So stop writing this bomb,
about writing a song
You're losing their attention, buddy, move on
Seeds go into London,
Sean's stuck in a suit
Tom sings on his best friend's lawn,
like every other afternoon
Seeds go into London,
can't beat in the pool
Tom fell for his best friend's ma,
but what the hell you gonna,
what the hell you gonna do?
What the hell you gonna do?
all day
I
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