I never wrote a song about the death of the microphone,
that's 'cause I'd be wrong, 'cause the flow is still right at home
This is not the drums and the samples you're findin' stale
I know what I'm doin', I'm just pullin' the lions tail, all by my self
Are we dancing, or are we dead?
The world is not the same, we can make this shit cool again!
The world is not ashamed to fall in love with something so...
Pop-pop-popping bubblegum
You're caught in the undertow, it's uncontrolled
Oh no, why don't you leave me alone?
We pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum
Wait, I've been waiting to sell my soul
We pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum
Stickin' my head in the mouth of a lion,
Throw me off the top of the mountain of Zion
Everybody's sellin' out, and nobody is buyin'
At least if you sold out it means that you're tryin'
To get outta your mom's basement,
you'll be doin a dirty job forever
Ten years from now in the same situation,
fuck it, you'll never get 35 and clever!
Why are we so afraid to make music that people like?
If it ain't cool to be pop then what did the Beatles write?
You wanna be evil? Imagine writing an evil song they play on the radio, it's like bringin' evil to life!
Are we dancing, or are we dead?
The world is not the same, we can make this shit cool again!
The world is not ashamed to fall in love with something so...
Pop-pop-popping bubblegum
You're caught in the undertow, it's uncontrolled
Oh no, why don't you leave me alone?
We pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum
Wait, I've been waiting to sell my soul
We pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum
I've been waiting, I've been waiting to sell my soul
I've been waiting, I've been waiting to sell my soul
I've been waiting, I've been waiting to sell my soul
Pop that bubblegum shit
Sick and mischevious, troublesome shit
Evil and devious, itchin' to kill
Suicidal rythmn, fistful of pills
Shakin' and twitchin' and flailin' around,
If you weren't before, you're feelin' it now
Sweat on your brow, muscles are tense
This is the panic of jumpin' the fence
Something intense
I'm in the game while you're humpin' the bench
Stumblin', mumblin', tryna make sense,
while you're watchin' your life come crumblin' in
What is your life 'bout, music or drugs?
That doesn't make sense, your music sucks!
That means that one is affecting the other,
time to clean up your act, motherfucker!
Oh no, why don't you leave me alone?
We pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum
Wait, I've been waiting to sell my soul
We pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum
Oh no, why don't you leave me alone?
We pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum
Wait, I've been waiting to sell my soul
We pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum
Oh no, why don't you leave me alone?
We pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum
Wait, I've been waiting to sell my soul
We pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum

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