no style Lyrics

Oh

Boy, you got no style

Oh girl, you got no style

It's all good

You got no style

And that's good

You got no style

Born into the void

You never had a choice

On weekly trips to town

The wagon got weighed down

With food and water

We got no room for starving artists

Change your tone

And change your clothes

Here's the decisions you have for me

It's either pretentious or mad corny

I could just sit in the shade

Living on minimum wage

Sip lemonade and drip morphine

All sales are final

You're doing fine and

You're living life just like you should

And know that it's all good

You got no style

And that's good

You got no style

Oh my god

We're all imposters

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Oh my god

We're all imposters

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Oh my god

We're all imposters

Pics of every place

Copy that and then paste

Oh my god

We're all imposters

Pics of every place

Copy that and then paste