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Stan Culture (feat. Ford Beshirs) Video (MV)




Performed By: Washington Drive
Length: 3:58
Written by: Paul Goldsmith
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Washington Drive - Stan Culture (feat. Ford Beshirs) Lyrics




Trying to say things that haven't been said before
Don't you want to be another
Cock back
Sneak attack
Hope you don't have your ringer on
It's so funny how quickly word spreads
It's so funny how things get out of hand
Intrusive thoughts
Make my way around the block so

Imminent apocalypse
Imminent apocalypse
Imminent apocalypse is my new
1 2 3 4 salesman at my door

There's nothing wrong with a little obsession
But when you treat your heroes just like objects
Don't blame them for breaking down

Imminent apocalypse
Imminent apocalypse
Imminent apocalypse is my new
1 2 3 4 salesman at my door

I want to make you feel
Cause these dreams are for real
I want to crawl back in bed
Just get out of my shed There's nothing for you here
Except these songs you hear
They're for my peers
And all of the people who've shed tears
In this place we call home
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Trying to say things that haven't been said before
Don't you want to be another
Cock back
Sneak attack
Hope you don't have your ringer on
It's so funny how quickly word spreads
It's so funny how things get out of hand
Intrusive thoughts
Make my way around the block so

Imminent apocalypse
Imminent apocalypse
Imminent apocalypse is my new
1 2 3 4 salesman at my door

There's nothing wrong with a little obsession
But when you treat your heroes just like objects
Don't blame them for breaking down

Imminent apocalypse
Imminent apocalypse
Imminent apocalypse is my new
1 2 3 4 salesman at my door

I want to make you feel
Cause these dreams are for real
I want to crawl back in bed
Just get out of my shed There's nothing for you here
Except these songs you hear
They're for my peers
And all of the people who've shed tears
In this place we call home
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Writer: Paul Goldsmith
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