The Real Zebos - no style

Oh
Boy, you got no style
Oh girl, you got no style
It's all good
You got no style
And that's good
You got no style
Born into the void
You never had a choice
On weekly trips to town
The wagon got weighed down
With food and water
We got no room for starving artists
Change your tone
And change your clothes
Here's the decisions you have for me
It's either pretentious or mad corny
I could just sit in the shade
Living on minimum wage
Sip lemonade and drip morphine
All sales are final
You're doing fine and
You're living life just like you should
And know that it's all good
You got no style
And that's good
You got no style
Oh my god
We're all imposters
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Oh my god
We're all imposters
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Oh my god
We're all imposters
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Oh my god
We're all imposters
Pics of every place
Copy that and then paste

Written by:
Connor Brandt, Jordan Gaul

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