no one sells cool quiet like we do
with a capital sound that flips frowns upside down
cuz we’re jump jumpin’ around, our stage is the crowd
daddy mac raised, now we urn for the crown
so we’re raising the bar with just our ipods
we won’t say we’re sorry for not playing guitar
cuz the mission is this, and we choose to accept
fuck day jobs, make music instead
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