- Just press the green flag and chillax - This song is kind of dark.. - Why is this a huge bop
Lyrics: The more I grow up DeDeDe the less I fit in, a vacant temple. The girl the life philosopher spoke to turns into a bird … With just lip service PaPaPa I'll tie up my raggedy shoes … The boy whom a believer in digitization cursed turns into wind … Rocking, rolling, a peaceful death On your death-bed, thank you very much The telecaster B-boy swears his affections to me with a false "I love you" She's very annoying when the G-girl dances with charm, enthusiasm, cannibalism. With hands that have killed one or two things, what would one be drawing? The telecaster B-boy and his affections for me, won't someone give an answer for me? Parurarura
