Oh my augmented 5th Will diminish what's yours Cause we live inside a structure Progression in fours Oh I always just wanted to be One of the chords And our beat is always suffering We're feeling beat down Cause our heads are always on to loose To make a tight sound And our sticks are always shattering Pieces on the ground Oh I never wanted to get
As low as the ba** Cause it's sinking as it's walking This isn't a race Oh the hardest part to being good Is leaving some space And our vocals would sound pretty good With an echo effect But just strip away the plug ins and It's not what you'd expect Oh the tone gets so dry and displeasing But that's what you get