Telecaster B Boy

I watch as I power through this day and age An outlier bows into the shrine in vain The all-knowing wise speaks to get an ace She flew up high without a care in place They throw out a line to clean the inner self He'll run the track whine, they'll feel no guilt They cast on a curse to free their brain and melt He takes the force right upon himself As long as it's fond and their taste's been fed Praising life at once solely for this trend Telecaster B-boy, his love a fake decoy He licks the justice off his own IV Don't act like you ain't destroyed G-girl those careless ploys You stand upon the circus over the- The crying, the bodies Clapping both the hands you Point to scoff, then turn around and bid adieu Telecaster B-boy Don't want a fake decoy I need a nobody who'd throw that out for love, uh You type out your bias on me, it's all nitpicks And paying no mind to be so sadistic (sadistic) They pin on the thorns, make her maleficent In bloom, the rose made a perfect fit He drowns out the crowd that throws a burdened fit They blow up the sound regardless to admit They're stabbing a knife and quote without a wit "Bet it's no strife, no, it's just the tip" Tell 'em it's not in their place to judge Thinking it's a fair game, they don't budge Telecaster B-boy, invalid counterpoint Such bogus underneath your wall, I need More luck with an Android, avoiding tears in void Redact her temper tantrum and deny The crying, the bodies Breaking down the pain I'll color correct the bruise, ignore the stain Telecaster B-boy, don't want a fake decoy I need a nobody who'd hold me tight for love A closed up world we're in, feelin' claustrophobic You act as though I got a foe in me I've chosen who I've been Don't have to condone it But I'll fight off the voices that oppose Telecaster B-boy, his love a fake decoy He licks the justice off his own IV Don't act like you ain't destroyed G-girl those careless ploys You stand upon the circus over the The crying, the bodies Clapping both the hands, you Point to scoff, then turn around and bid adieu Telecaster B-boy, don't want a fake decoy I need a nobody who'd throw that out for love Na-da-na-da-nab