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(One, two, three, fuck you) (One, two, fuck) Take me to somewhere new Different than the city and different than school Show me some cool new stuff The charts and the playlists fucked my music taste up Ooh, I'll talk to you (Hi) Ooh, I want something new Let me hang out with your friends These industry players always playing pretend You're an artist And you look great But your Instagram's not a personality trait Ooh give us the truth (I think I'm bored of you) Ooh I want something new Oh dear whoever Should I stop trying? Everyone's on trend Every song sounds the same Some art form is surely dying SongtexteSincerely, a poser who loves to complain Let's drive out to the sea Trade the DJ for birds and the people for trees And I refuse to go back to my house There's a time to get going And that time is now Ooh, quit frontin' Ooh, but you, you've got something Ooh, I want something new, woo Stop, stop, stop (Okay, hold on, hold on, hold on) Wait a second (Hold on) Yeah-yeah One, two, three, whoo! Yeah! Ow! (Ooh) Drums Now this part If y'all made it to this part, man Then you made it To the best part of the song One, two, three, four! Guitar! Whoo Alright Aus Songtexte Mania