It's neither brain, it's neither brawn,
It's just my weapon of choice...Cuz,
Somethimes I just get so annoyed,
Do I complain or play along,
When there's no way to avoid.
These passing trends, just offend my intelligence...
Can't comprehend or defend something meaningless...
These passing trends, they pretend that they're meant for us...
All that we spend only tends to turn into dust.
Product being spun coast to coast,
It's all the same, another song,
Another week and it's toast...
False claims, and a false sense of hope
Another name, another pawn,
A sorry talentless joke, because
These passing trends just offend my intelligence....
Can't comprehend or defend something meaningless...
These passing trends they pretend that they're meant for us...
Won't taint my head, never bend, never could adjust!!!
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