Biography:
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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Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[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
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