This is a song about "Singing"

Is that they got you singing along with them,

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Marching in the streets singing " we shall overcome"/

And isaiah say one day your time will come

Like when wind blows through singing chimes.

Rollin' down the four o five

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

So everybody in the crowd will know you’re singing tonight,

I was born to do the damn thing

But thats what im singing

The sick fuck drags her into his car, driving home singing,

The ones you left out, jobs were giving, better living

Good evening, uhm, everybody listening

She's every love song that i love singing