Biografia:
New Beat Fund birthed when a piggy bank with the words "New Beat Fund" encrypted on it was catapulted into the facade of a corporate building. No joke. Somewhere in that transaction it became apparent a jar full of “fuck you's” and “I owe you's” would no longer lend it's help to an artist. So we started our own fund; no debts to the bullshit, just a direct deposit from your's truly and the people who vibe what it is we're doing. And what exactly are we doing? We're letting our music run free
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Outras músicas:
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Verse]
G F G
Politicians, and fried chicken,
G F G
Preachers speaking into the minds of our children
G F G
Depressed best friends, and how the world ends,
G F G
Stock market blah blah blah blah equals dividends
THESE THINGS
[Chorus]
G F G
Scare me, scare me, scare me.
G F G
Maybe I'll just close my eyes and hide under my sheets. Haters hating, and playstation,
G F G
fuck it, rather smoke weed down in my basement.
G F G
Writing pop songs, for suit ding dongs,
G F G
Gaga wrote the falala's so f-f-fuck yourself. (hahaha)
THESE THINGS
G F G
Scare me, scare me, scare me.
G F G
Maybe I'll just close my eyes and hide under my sheets. Possession tickets, and television,
G F G
Find out why you're gonna die. Tonight at eleven.
G F G
My house on google earth? While sexing up my girlfriend. (woo woo)
THESE THINGS
[Ending]
G F G
Scare me, scare me, scare me.
G F G
Maybe I'll just close my eyes and hide under my sheets. see less
G F G
Politicians, and fried chicken,
G F G
Preachers speaking into the minds of our children
G F G
Depressed best friends, and how the world ends,
G F G
Stock market blah blah blah blah equals dividends
THESE THINGS
[Chorus]
G F G
Scare me, scare me, scare me.
G F G
Maybe I'll just close my eyes and hide under my sheets. Haters hating, and playstation,
G F G
fuck it, rather smoke weed down in my basement.
G F G
Writing pop songs, for suit ding dongs,
G F G
Gaga wrote the falala's so f-f-fuck yourself. (hahaha)
THESE THINGS
G F G
Scare me, scare me, scare me.
G F G
Maybe I'll just close my eyes and hide under my sheets. Possession tickets, and television,
G F G
Find out why you're gonna die. Tonight at eleven.
G F G
My house on google earth? While sexing up my girlfriend. (woo woo)
THESE THINGS
[Ending]
G F G
Scare me, scare me, scare me.
G F G
Maybe I'll just close my eyes and hide under my sheets. see less
New Direction
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New England
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