From the album UP
Words & music by Billy Dechand
© 2021 Bucktooth Music (ASCAP)
This song is basically nonsense.
I got zazz in my disses
All attacks are hits
Frankly, I can take anyone, or anything
History, written it
I got zing in my joinders
Singing along is all we need
Noone needs reminding, what fits
History, singing it
With a wing in the wind
I can take any breeze
Ain’t got to fly, just to be knee high
History, winging it
Heights are higher when the landing’s soft
My arc is finer when I know there’s dinner
Healing it, when feeling low, hope so,
Here’s to I don’t know
Why deny you tried to fly
Any fool could see
The sky, the land
We used what we had
Whoa, whoa, whoa, there I go again
Thoughts and words and sights that can’t be spoken
No it’s not so bad, just
Their meanings won’t open
Back to bragging, we’re the best
Sum all I’ve said to see the shadowed shape
If that’s what it takes to find some sense, well
History, making it
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