School, and the Girls Who Go There
Lyrics
I am no longer who I am no longer. It's all ad nauseam to you, Albeit abetted by the first four amounts. I counted them up at the fountain I founded. For you, back at school, everything was true. I am a tastemaker and I kill things. I am not a tastemaker and I kill things, Albeit acquitted on the first four counts. The compilation released by the nation I founded for you Back at school. Everything was true. Ridiculously cool. I am no longer who I am no longer. It's all ad nauseam to you, Albeit abetted by the first four amounts. They rounded us up by the walls that I never stormed for you. Back at school, everything was true
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 02:51
- Key
- 9
- Tempo
- 176 BPM