[Lyric] What Kind of Stories Are You Being Told? (JS PUNCH)

[Chorus: JS PUNCH]
Haaa, Haaa
Haaa, Haaa

[Verse 1: JS PUNCH]
The story, the story is told
The story, the story is told
The story, the story is told
All my life the story I'm chasing
All my life the story I'm chasing
Ha, Ha
Lovely addition remind me of Wotan
Beware of Brian I'm posted with Logan, yeah

[Bridge: TWxWKS]
SWOVE, SWOVE, SWOVE, SWOVE
SWOVE, SWOVE, SWOVE, SWOVE
SWOVE, SWOVE, SWOVE, SWOVE, SWOVE!

[Verse 2: JS PUNCH]
I pick out my own coffin, uh
Fuck the club up Kaufman, uh
WAV files, internet typhoon
Natural disaster, when that big bang boom
Man-made when it end in doom
Man-made when that bass go boom
When the drums go knock, them strings go hmmm
Man made fire when I hit that booth
Gimmie some of that shit I like
Blast my shit through a satellite
Live forever no еnd in sight
Superman with no Kryptonite
Live forеver no stoppin', uh
Never done, I'm not coughing, uh
Blastin my music through space, and the songs live forever
So after I die it ain't nobody better, this REAL!
[Chorus: JS PUNCH]
Haaa, Haaa
Haaa, Haaa

[Bridge: TWxWKS]
SWOVE, SWOVE, SWOVE, SWOVE
SWOVE, SWOVE, SWOVE, SWOVE
SWOVE, SWOVE, SWOVE, SWOVE
SWOVE, SWOVE, SWOVE, SWOVE
SWOVE, SWOVE, SWOVE, SWOVE
SWOVE, SWOVE, SWOVE, SWOVE
SWOVE, SWOVE, SWOVE, SWOVE
SWOVE, SWOVE, SWOVE, SWOVE
SWOVE, SWOVE, SWOVE!
I WANT IT, I WANT IT!
I WANT IT, I WANT IT!
I WANT IT, I WANT IT!
I WANT IT, I WANT IT!
I WANT IT, I WANT IT!
I WANT IT!

[Verse 3: JS PUNCH]
Let's have a forgettable threesome, we can call it a Migos
I won't do a pity laugh, not even for my amigos
Woulda been hooked on drugs but I be broke
Only one me, won't be no more sequels
No passion for school, I'm in a midterm crisis
Give me the riches I am the son of Dionysus
Misinformation spread when you typin'
Bitch can't tell Al-Qaeda from Isis
I don too much bad I need a scapegoat asap
Throat goat next up, throw back, play that
You in her DM, I'm in her playlist
Next to the greatest, premium placement
This a distraction, a clash in action
A, class action lawsuit I'm faxing
I been in my bag like I got the Midas touch
Everything I fuck is gold, she can feel my- feel my-
I put your bitch in blunt and I smoke it
That's my throat, but she the one chokin'
Get-Get-Get in my face you can join her
I killed 2pac next up Joyner
I'm the cutest op
Need lips round my feet like socks
Your hands 'round my cock like clocks
Up and down my shit like stocks
Fingers through your hair like locks
Get TWxWKS to back my track
I like two cheeks I like ass
Eat me up like Apple Jax
Clean us up then run it back
AHHHH!