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| MY MUSIC When i pick up my guitar, the world just withers away running my fingers all over the frets like a fifteen year old boy, with the drunk girl at the party. 'cause i like to play my music loud and i, i don't mind when i get t scream and shout, and what are you gonna do if you don't like they way i play it. you can scream at the top of your lungs 'cause i don't give a fuck what you're saying. when i'm strumming at the strings, i can't help but sing, i right my music to entertain me not you, not him and not anybody, and i sing the words i like and i think it sounds just right, don't give a fuck if i'm singing flat, drop a note, skip a beat, looking cool on the street, your approval i don't need. |
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