Thanks for watching!

Absolutely Amazing

@whataboutmee

Ай бұрын

thanks man)

Damn, this is crazy bro - great work for real

@whataboutmee

8 ай бұрын

Thank you bro ❤️‍🔥

This is on point my boy .. u so smooth ✨️

@whataboutmee

3 ай бұрын

Thank you 🙏

Genius!

@whataboutmee

8 ай бұрын

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

idk why but that bass beat reminds me of the beat of a song homeless by a dude named kazuo,im stoned rn so idk if im tripping or not.

@whataboutmee

6 ай бұрын

😅😅😅

daaaamn

@whataboutmee

8 ай бұрын

Thanks 🙏

sooo good

@whataboutmee

8 ай бұрын

Yeah! Thank you so much 🙌

Cleared

@whataboutmee

5 ай бұрын

👌

Verse 1: We took a trip to the pyramids, asked ourselves can we build again Let’s forget what a year it’s been, stained minds with fading images Everyone need ventriloquist, Are we selves or just synonyms Can we laugh til we’re sick of it, try to find the significance why? Leave it to the shrinks and the gods I will never claim to be your guide Besides Eyes only open when you’re free falling Most of the world we know is sleepwalking Found ourselves in a village inn, asked around can we live again Let’s remember this experience, fell in love with my differences Don’t be fooled by appearances, be your favorite experiment Can we cry til delirious, try to find the significance Why? HOOK I prefer to dream in technicolor Don’t fake concern, just go and tell your mothers Their son’s a bitch who fled the dogfight I’m still here, the kid is alright I prefer to dream in technicolor Don’t fake concern, just go and tell your mothers Their son’s a bitch who fled the dogfight I’m still here, the kid is alright Verse 2: I’m amazing, I’m aces, I’m straight, and I’m fine Don’t hate me, don’t @ me, don’t pay me no mind From where they do you dirty; never would they do you favors I’m the originator, New York Times; you student paper I got too big for my britches, I barely fit in them bitches, my stitches p-p-p-p-popping at the seams Are you stalled or consistent, who do you call when you’re itching, your visions f-f-f-f-falling out a dream, I mean We die the way that we’re born and that’s a scary realization The painting is always changing, we drown in the information We die and we remember our bodies were only stories The truths that we avoided were hidden in our voices Sit down, read aloud, let it teach you Can’t forfeit, baby it’s a tournament Pray loud, Hands out, let it reach you Can’t force shit, find you when it needs to Bridge: Don’t dry your tears, I like them there, they make you real Let’s live like there’s, no running scared, let’s face your fears HOOK I prefer to dream in technicolor Don’t fake concern, just go and tell your mothers Their son’s a bitch who fled the dogfight I’m still here, the kid is alright I prefer to dream in technicolor Don’t fake concern, just go and tell your mothers Their son’s a bitch who fled the dogfight I’m still here, the kid is alright

@whataboutmee

Ай бұрын

💪🏻

Aint no way

@whataboutmee

6 ай бұрын

Nope ❤️‍🔥

is it sample?

what sample

@whataboutmee

Ай бұрын

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