Acousta-Punk

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Chilling in the attic with the homies,

The room up here is pretty small and chilly, Shredding some lyrics, your momma's a pear, We jumping and we're screaming like Freddy Fazbear,

Acoustapunk, hide ya momma

Acoustapunk, we ain't looking for drama, Acoustapunk, we do not care,

Acoustapunk, I pooped my underwear

Dr. Pepper is blasting through my veins,

This music so loud, losing cells up in my brain, We flying to the moon like we from E.T.

Women are like money, ain't none with me,