Banned Practice!

Dance on stage
Happy face
Play guitar
Write some songs
Be okay
Put on fake
Smiles and wash away my soul
In a sadness
Cause I'm always really bad at showing manners
What's wrong
I wanna go sleep, not play Mr Brightside for 3 fucking hours
Power chords
Power chords
Power chords
And I still ain't got no power
Rap boy
Rap boy
Rap boy
And I still ain't got no talent
Look at the state of it
What's got you under the impression
Your styles overrated and its got you second guessing
Don't think twice about a drink
Fake ID's get to necking
All the groupies making racket like we playing games of tennis
Then its: Oh she kinda my type
How you moving caught me off guard
Oh he's got a cool whip
Oh he's got a nice ass
Couple days gone by now we're up
Put a name to a face like a yearbook
Another year stuck in a sinkhole
Sunny days outside staying indoors
Same old story
Same old story
Same old story
I'm late for Banned Practice
Same old story
Same old story
Same old story
I'm late for Banned Practice