Just to Feel Wanted Songtext
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Just to Feel Wanted Songtext
I remember being younger
I used too jam on that mic
Roc roc roc rock′n
Around that clock
Up on a
Saturday night
Man it was fly
Gettin them people to do their dance on floor
See I was never a fan of the hype
More concerned with having ball
Slowly the Phony-balonies
Would choke an go creep'n home
But you could catch me with my cronies
Doing D D Do si do If I′d only known
How to jump in the big bucks
I would of written songs about killing
Kids for pump their kicks up
But if you think Tuk
Ain't gonna be alright
I'm feeling fine
Don′t even leave the light on
For me tonight
I wont need the shine
Just leave me with my piece of mind yo
"Paint it gold T"
That reminds me of something
My mother must a told me
She said
People make a lot of bullshit
Just to feel wanted
When instead
They should try do with who they truly are
She told me if I write her a song
Could I make it good music
An never worry bout whether or not
Its gonna make you a star
Some people gonna bitch about you anyway
Tell ′em how it is
But it wouldn't sway ′em anyway
I'ma go ahead an say it anyway
Anyday
I′m ready mate
I'm demonstrate
At anyrate
See
We got plenty fakes
Who play petty games
Just to get a pretty penny made
Damn
This is not a lemonade stand
Your heads nothing but a empty space
Get a brain scan
For heaven sake man
Come set a date
I′m gonna set 'em straight
Then its on the the next
I rock on heavy breaks
Morgs on decks
Flawless
Is what you call this
Immature twits get
Ignored for
Your ignorance
Roar shit
Tighter an a fricking corset
Born fresh
Abort ship
Unless you were in it for the art
You weren't in it
From the start
Silly bitches
She said...
People make a lot of bullshit
Just to feel wanted
When instead
They should try do with who they truly are
She told me if I write her a song
Could I make it good music
An never worry bout whether or not
Its gonna make you a star
Listen
It ain′t the money
Dummy
If you wanna be somebody
Then buddy
Just be somebody
It′s easy
Be happy
An i'm not talk′n bout whether your happy enough?
I think life should be about falling madly in love
Come on
If you don't it′s OK
Okie Dokie
No pain no gain
For all I care
You can go play
The hocky pokey
Just don't be mopey
An don′t be lonley
Be on O.G
Nah
Haven't one of those since I 14
She said...
People make a lot of bullshit
Just to feel wanted
When instead
They should try do with who they truly are
She told me if I write her a song
Could I make it good music
An never worry bout whether or not
Its gonna make you a star
I used too jam on that mic
Roc roc roc rock′n
Around that clock
Up on a
Saturday night
Man it was fly
Gettin them people to do their dance on floor
See I was never a fan of the hype
More concerned with having ball
Slowly the Phony-balonies
Would choke an go creep'n home
But you could catch me with my cronies
Doing D D Do si do If I′d only known
How to jump in the big bucks
I would of written songs about killing
Kids for pump their kicks up
But if you think Tuk
Ain't gonna be alright
I'm feeling fine
Don′t even leave the light on
For me tonight
I wont need the shine
Just leave me with my piece of mind yo
"Paint it gold T"
That reminds me of something
My mother must a told me
She said
People make a lot of bullshit
Just to feel wanted
When instead
They should try do with who they truly are
She told me if I write her a song
Could I make it good music
An never worry bout whether or not
Its gonna make you a star
Some people gonna bitch about you anyway
Tell ′em how it is
But it wouldn't sway ′em anyway
I'ma go ahead an say it anyway
Anyday
I′m ready mate
I'm demonstrate
At anyrate
See
We got plenty fakes
Who play petty games
Just to get a pretty penny made
Damn
This is not a lemonade stand
Your heads nothing but a empty space
Get a brain scan
For heaven sake man
Come set a date
I′m gonna set 'em straight
Then its on the the next
I rock on heavy breaks
Morgs on decks
Flawless
Is what you call this
Immature twits get
Ignored for
Your ignorance
Roar shit
Tighter an a fricking corset
Born fresh
Abort ship
Unless you were in it for the art
You weren't in it
From the start
Silly bitches
She said...
People make a lot of bullshit
Just to feel wanted
When instead
They should try do with who they truly are
She told me if I write her a song
Could I make it good music
An never worry bout whether or not
Its gonna make you a star
Listen
It ain′t the money
Dummy
If you wanna be somebody
Then buddy
Just be somebody
It′s easy
Be happy
An i'm not talk′n bout whether your happy enough?
I think life should be about falling madly in love
Come on
If you don't it′s OK
Okie Dokie
No pain no gain
For all I care
You can go play
The hocky pokey
Just don't be mopey
An don′t be lonley
Be on O.G
Nah
Haven't one of those since I 14
She said...
People make a lot of bullshit
Just to feel wanted
When instead
They should try do with who they truly are
She told me if I write her a song
Could I make it good music
An never worry bout whether or not
Its gonna make you a star
Writer(s): Brendan Matthew Tuckerman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
