C’mon c’mon, c’mon c’mon
On those Saturdays when kids go out and play,
Yo I was up in my room I let the stereo blaze,
Wasn’t faded, not jaded
Just a kid with a pad and pen and a big imagination.
All this, I seek,
I find I push the envelope to the line,
Make it, break it, take it
Until I’m overrated.
Click, click boom.
I’m coming down on the stereo,
Hear me on the radio,
Click, click boom.
I’m coming down with the new style and you know it’s buck wild.
Click, click boom
I’m on the radio station touring round the nation,
Leaving the scene in devastation.
I can see it in my mind,
I can see it in their eyes.
It’s close enough to touch it now,
But far away enough to die.
What the hell is wrong with me?
My mom and dad weren’t perfect,
But still

As always, a nod to Drew at Sarcastic Book Geek for the #MusicMonday idea.


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