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I believed in God back in eighth grade He could smoke an eighth on a school day Remember when you laughed at my last name? Now I go by Met, is that less lame of a last name? I believed in God back in '09 Always down to hang, he had no time Yeah, but in a couple of years, I'll be so out of here I'll have a lot of new friends and I won't even care I don't ever think of you I got too much stuff to do Should've left you back in school Joseph, do you think I'm- I don't ever think of you Look at all this stuff I do I've played shows in Belarus Now, Joe, do you think I'm cool? Do you think I'm cool? I could make a joke, but it feels strange Every time she laughed, it would feel fake But you could make her laugh in a real way Yeah, I still use your jokes and they go great It took a little while, but I found love (found love) I thought you'd reply, you just thumbed up (thumbed up) I play a lot of shows but you don't come (don't come) I don't even mind, this is so dumb, so dumb I don't ever think of you I got too much stuff to do Should've left you back in school Joseph, do you think I'm- I don't ever think of you Look at all this stuff I do Probably not as much as you Still, Joe, do you think I'm cool? Do you think I'm cool? I don't ever think of you I don't ever think of you I don't ever think of you (I don't ever think of you) I don't ever think of you I got friends all up the coast Proud of all the songs I wrote But I can't take this backpack off It comes with me where I go Maybe I'll put out this song And I won't change your name at all Maybe then you'll call me up And you'll tell me how cool I got
Writer(s): Jack Metzger, Ryan Metzger, Adam Metzger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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