This is a song about "Swearless song"

No more sad song on pianos

Live from the lamont's rose

And before the sun came up, he was gone

Power-struggle to come through with a song/

Shit is on silent all day long

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

Wonder where i went wrong

"you already wrote the gay song

I get slight work like big sean

Can barely finish a song

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Picturein your smile while writin this song.

Your still gunna make it into my song,

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

But just when it gets good, she's gone

Help us find our inner song