Songtexte:
Banda New Style

days: Come's still around but the band doesn't play. Gone is gone from Diskovery piles. Chinatown seems like 3 more miles, and I can hardly discern between styles

new sound Funny, but it's still rock and roll to me What's the matter with the car I'm driving? Can't you tell that it's out of style? Should I get a

yes y'all For all y'all hopin' for my downfall Fuck all y'all [CHORUS] On your FM band, I get banned off the radio dial I get buck wild, now I gotta style

: You smile to yourself as you ride past the panel beaters New piece since last night, early morning on the bike 8 hours in the shop most days of the

: Sharpay: Its out with the old and in with the new, Goodbye clouds of Gray, hello skies of blue A dip in the pool, a trip to the spa Endless days in

's my world, I ain't in this for the profit If I succeed it'll be on my own or my shit On my terms, wit my styles, wit my rhymes, it's my way Fuck Fred

what [Nelly:] But I pay, and if I want I rock a different Yurr of J's E'rrday A different style, different color is a must But uh It's all good until

: Let's come together for the stimulation Meth-Tical hit 'em with the stimultaion I got 36 styles on my mind, Keep it real, Shaolin represent one

bones, UJ without drug prescription, more explosive than a gas station It's the soundtrack to our lives, it sounds better than the Hives Unlike most of the bands