Lyrics




Do you think you can rock it with me?
Same shit but a different to be
Got my fingers up against the pulse
Got my fingers up against the pulse
I come along, I keep the same songs
I fight to base electric doms
You program something into my face, it's just a
It's some dialect I can't erase, it's just a
A technical sufficient support
A different number's up against the same retort
You think a manual will keep you alive
But a bapper is the battery can't decide, yah
Can you follow this, cha?
Can you get on the list, cha?
Can you get your name down?
Sun down, sun down, sun down, sun
Do you think you can follow me, 'cause we're a
Do you think you can keep on the list, 'cause we're a
Just a crowd that you're keeping the gist, you gotta
Just a crowd just to keep in the gist, you got
As it's a test, and I'll keep the run up nest, I'm a
Full of mess but it's just such a mess, I've got a
I keep a-rubbing out my mistakes, I keep a
I keep a-rubbing out my mistakes, I got a
Permanent shit going on in my head
Permanent shit till the day that I'm dead
I've got 1963 in the back of my mind
But I keep it up against the right time
I like the past but I'm open
Do for different but I kick it for old cum
Put 'em in the same old delivery shit
I've got travels with my troubles and correcting is nothing to bit
Do you think you can follow me?
A different time, different place you should be
Cauterised is the place and the six
And yeah, you're following the six
And yeah, you're following the six, I've got
You can spot, I come up
You think you follow this shit
He's a, I'm in love
I think a lot for that shit
You keep us, I keep us
I don't know what you got it
I don't know what you got it
I don't know what you got it, oh
Put up what you think you got it, oh
Pon, got it, I don't know what you got it, oh
Put up what you think you got it, oh
Pon, got it, I don't know what you got it, oh
Put up what you think you got it, oh
Pon, got it, I don't know what you got it, oh
Put up what you think you got it, oh
Pon, up, what you think you got it, oh
Put up what you think you got it, oh
Pon, up, do you think we got it?



Writer(s): Kristopher Myers, Ryan Stasik, Joel Cummins, Brendan Bayliss, Jacob Cinninger



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