This is a song about "Guitar naked"

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Oh boy, we're getting naked

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Cause you got your dream too, whether it be in a race car or playing guitar/

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

You can get naked or just keep on your shirt

My brain is more insane than a rapist, or a stateless racist, i'll strip you naked

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

She butt-naked swimming, i'm paying for no attention

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