Call - Ben Beal, Birdhouse, Cole Bauer

If the world is gonna get to you

Gotta — gotta do what you always do

Gonna stand tall and speak the truth

Gonna call me up

When the man tryna get you down

Gotta get it up for another round

Gonna be fine with singing like

Gonna call me up

You can find us in the backyard

Simmer down

Avenues we sit around

Living in a town where it’s frowned upon our frowns

So we break our backs just stretch our mass to max' capacity

Aboard with everything on stage wherever we have to be

I put together a masterpiece play it in a museum

I got this fan love these people care 'em when I see 'em

Travellin' a place levitatin' over oceans doing everything right

Like me and childish spoken

I’m one of a kind

I’m flippin' around like all of the time absorbing

All of the shine

I’m getting nothing, a poetic substance

Haven’t made shit in a while but they all have to trust him

I just need to free my mind If I wanna function

I’m in school surrounded by some dumb shits

Never sleeping making beats

I like to round 'em up to something

I’m just a product of society

And this goes to whoever lied to me

If the world is gonna get to you

Gotta — gotta do what you always do

Gonna stand tall and speak the truth

Gonna call me up

When the man tryna get you down

Gotta get it up for another round

Gonna be fine with singing like

Gonna call me up