Telecaster B Boy

I watch as I power through this day and age

An outlier bows into the shrine in vain

The all-knowing wise speaks to get an ace

She flew up high without a care in place

They throw out a line to clean the inner self

He'll run the track whine, they'll feel no guilt

They cast on a curse to free their brain and melt

He takes the force right upon himself

As long as it's fond and their taste's been fed

Praising life at once solely for this trend

Telecaster B-boy, his love a fake decoy

He licks the justice off his own IV

Don't act like you ain't destroyed

G-girl those careless ploys

You stand upon the circus over the-

The crying, the bodies

Clapping both the hands you

Point to scoff, then turn around and bid adieu

Telecaster B-boy

Don't want a fake decoy

I need a nobody who'd throw that out for love, uh

You type out your bias on me, it's all nitpicks

And paying no mind to be so sadistic (sadistic)

They pin on the thorns, make her maleficent

In bloom, the rose made a perfect fit

He drowns out the crowd that throws a burdened fit

They blow up the sound regardless to admit

They're stabbing a knife and quote without a wit

"Bet it's no strife, no, it's just the tip"

Tell 'em it's not in their place to judge

Thinking it's a fair game, they don't budge

Telecaster B-boy, invalid counterpoint

Such bogus underneath your wall, I need

More luck with an Android, avoiding tears in void

Redact her temper tantrum and deny

The crying, the bodies

Breaking down the pain

I'll color correct the bruise, ignore the stain

Telecaster B-boy, don't want a fake decoy

I need a nobody who'd hold me tight for love

A closed up world we're in, feelin' claustrophobic

You act as though I got a foe in me

I've chosen who I've been

Don't have to condone it

But I'll fight off the voices that oppose

Telecaster B-boy, his love a fake decoy

He licks the justice off his own IV

Don't act like you ain't destroyed

G-girl those careless ploys

You stand upon the circus over the

The crying, the bodies

Clapping both the hands, you

Point to scoff, then turn around and bid adieu

Telecaster B-boy, don't want a fake decoy

I need a nobody who'd throw that out for love

Na-da-na-da-nab