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Don't Stop Beliebin'
02:06
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What'll you do when your fifteen minutes are through
And all your fans turn their collective backs on you
Will you spend your days alone in obscurity
Getting high on the crack rock of life
And singing “Oh...”
The paparazzi's on the hunt
And they're never giving up
Til Justin lies dead from the junk
I bet Anne Frank would never turn her back on you
And she's your biggest fan no matter what you do
And you will say you used to be fucking huge
But now your days are just an opium haze
Singing “Oh...”
They're exploiting mediocrity
And stealing little girls' lunch money
Til the day when he has an overdose
And they can make a few million more
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2. |
My Dick's in the Cloud
01:53
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You send me a text:
"I like your pecs but let me see the rest"
So I switch my phone to camera mode
And click a dick pic then press send
Now my...
...Dick's in the cloud and it's not comin' down
But if the cloud gets hacked then my dick could be shared
On the internet!
I've been compromised
All my private pics can be posted online
Oh well
Girl, my love is true
So send me your nudes anyway
STEVE! JOBS! CAN'T! CODE!
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3. |
Taylor Swift
01:41
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She built her mansion on platinum records
If only she would lower her standards
Maybe then she wouldn't have to cry herself to sleep
If she'd only take a chance with a dirty slob
Who works all day at a shitty job
Oh why can't Taylor fall in love with me?
Cause I would listen to her sing all night long
But Taylor Swift broke my heart in a love song
If only I was twenty-two
Maybe then she wouldn't have to choose
Cause no matter what she said I'd always let her finish
We would walk hand in hand under weeping willows
The only fights we'd have would involve pillows
But my friends never talked and her friends never talked to her
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4. |
#Hashtag
02:30
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I log in just to find you
Cause you're always on the phone
But I don't know what to instant message you
I can see that you're online
But I'm not LMFAO
Cause I'm Sad As Fuck
Yes I'm SAF
That you never like my posts
#I love you
But you never text me back
So I just sit here all alone
Staring at my worthless phone
#I miss you
And I guess it's all my fault
Cause I thought it was the end
But I just forgot to press send
IRL I am nothing
But I have lots of Reddit Gold
So I don't see why you don't retweet my love
You put me on your Wish List
In my pixelated dream
But my server's crashed
And you played my ass
Like a discount game on Steam
#I know
#I know
I know you just set up your profile
But we could be facebook friends again
And I could message you and
Be virtually in love until the end
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Little Kicks Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
Is that a Seinfeld reference?
Bart - D
Griff - G/V
Matt - G/V
Michael - B
RIP
Jeff (G - 2014)
Sam (D - 2014)
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